met an old friend last night at the mall. he told me he has been reading this blogsite for about two weeks now. he asked what was my purpose for it. he said if i was gunning for popularity, then i should write for a paper or a magazine or any other form of mainstream media to get my so-called "message" across to a wider audience. he even added that nobody seems to be reading the blogsite anyway.
i have to admit. i am the kind of person who doesn't take criticisms (even compliments) very well. by this time i felt my ears turn red. so i calmed down, exhaled, smiled, and answered:
"well, periodically life compels action, description, and witness. and so i write; documenting my existence and being, not to share them, because i know that my life and my thoughts may be of little importance to others. i write because it is a form of exorcism of my inner demons."
ok. ok. that was not exactly how i stated my answer... but it was somewhere between those lines. i took the liberty of editing the expletives out.
i'm out.
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