Honey, I'm Home

Blogging is a funny thing. Back in the day (when I was in high school and college) a bunch of people had LiveJournal accounts. They poured out their inner most thoughts and updates (before the CNN feed of Facebook status updates - and I'm not even going to get into Twitter because I don't understand it.) I used to mock it. If I wanted to tell someone about my life, why would I cut out the face-to-face bonding? Why wouldn't I force them to ask me and show interest? And yet, here I am, endlessly and quite compulsively blogging.

This came to the front of my mind yesterday, while writing an email to my aunt. I was saying how I don't have anyone to come home and talk about my day to. See, I come home and read and watch TV. I never rehash the specifics. This sounds pathetic, but it has its perks. Instead of rushing in the door, lamenting every detail and getting the socially appropriate sympathy - I let it ruminate in my brain, cut out the whining negativity, and then I eventually write a stream of consciousness blog post to all of you.

I have a whole new respect for silence. I remember many, many years ago a guy was on Oprah. He had decided, voluntarily, to not utter a word for a whole year. It's an interesting concept (however impractical) to see what you would learn. Observing things you would never had noticed with your mouth jabbering away.