Conversation

I started writing blogs because I love writing, yes. But I specifically started a blog because I would think of things throughout the day, attempt to come to conclusion and, in doing so, would sink deeper and deeper into an inner monologue. Never to be found again.

Here lies Lexx.
...Well... where she would lie, had she not been eaten by her own brain.

This situation could have been more naturally/instinctively remedied, had there been a willing ear for conversation. I did not have that option for the better part of my recent years. Not from lack of people, but from lack of people I cared to hold conversation with/who cared to converse about the things I was thinking about. So the less I spoke, the more I needed this blog. To a certain point.

The irony is that when I finally found someone I loved conversing with, the conversation only lead to more thinking, more idea sprouting, more topics. Cut to me, at my laptop again.

Being left to my own devices, I need this blog in lieu of verbal human interaction. But I am almost certain the blog entries became more interesting (even if only to me) as I fed my brain with vibrant interchange. It's relieving knowing I can have both electronic and organic dialogue.