Back for More Than the Proverbial Limited Opportunity

So, wow, people have recently indicated that my blog was read once apon a time when I actually posted to it. Prior to this weekend I received comments from two seperate individuals that my musings were missed. Post of my post, I have two more people "celebrating" if you will the return of my varied tangential thoughts. This brings up two questions, just who are these people who show interest in MY thoughts, and how do they get the Cheese Wiz into the can?

Actually, I've been thinking about the peculiarities of a blog. Just who is this person that I synthesise into a few words and share with varied individuals throughout cyber space? Its not really Curran. I distinctly choose the thoughts, pictures, desires, and much more rarely emotions that I wish to share. Sure, you can and natually do read between the lines and come up with an idea of me that is fuller than what I simply write, but how much can you really know about someone through five paragraphs a month?

This is my little domain. No questions are asked. No one actively seeks to know me better through my blog. On the surface, this is simply a place for me to share the things and ONLY the things I currently wish to express. I was feeling kinda bad about this a couple days ago, but then started thinking, just how much different is this from my actual life? Sure the interface is extremely obvious for a blog, its an offical Computer Term after all. But I use a similar interface everyday called my body. Hair styles, clothing, facial expressions, words uttered, questions answered are all controlled by me. Despite this, I still desire and attempt to use my body and life to convey the Truth of who I am. Its called living, caring, being honest, and living in integrity. So, what's to keep me from doing differently on a blog? Really nothing. I communicate differently in writing then I do in person, but its still me. Maybe the real struggle is accepting that I don't fully understand myself yet.

Keepin' the shirt tucked and liking it,
Curran