Ink Spot(s)

So as a side bar: I googled the name of this blog just now--I can never find it and always seem to misspell the name (since I don't use it very much) and was shocked to see that the titles of my last two blog entries appeared in the Google search results. And only those titles. Yes, I know that posting on blogspot puts the blog into a public forum, making it available to anyone who stumbles upon it, but the fact that my words were there kind of freaked me out.

It used to be very difficult for me to be totally and completely honest via this medium, and I only recently overcame that. Also, I only know of two people (who know me) who have read the blog, and the fact that I told either of them is beginning to disturb me more and more and more and more.

Why I write my intimate musings on the world-wide web remains a total mystery to me. I have another journal where I also write things down old-school. There is really no difference between the journal and the blog. I guess the functionality of the two is the most material difference.

The blog is available to me anywhere, or when I simply feel like typing something or making a point I know won't eventually get lost in the clutter of my life--the blog will always be here, unless I delete it, which I've vowed not to do. In fact, I kind of forgot it was here after I had my first child (since the first few entries were really just about being pregnant with her) and somehow remembered and used it occasionally here and there. But now I think about writing so much more than I used to. How convenient.

The journal, on th eother hand, is great for the times I need to say something to something/someone in the car and have no one else to talk to, or at home late at night, or just randomly want to be more thoughtful about what I write (which is what a journal kind of forces you to do), in order to prevent utter sloppiness. Anyways, ok. I'm over it.