Why?

We're completely caught up in ourselves. We're drunk with narcissism. We've become completely voyeuristic and we're defining ourselves, and understanding others, through the internet. Less by our actions, more about our typepad, font and photo. But few stay afloat, socially, without giving into these means, these seemingly inconsequential forms of "online social networks."

But, I'm ranting. The defining quality of these blogs. So, though I loathe my pedestrian tongue every time I say it, but ...If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Yet still, I wonder, how much do I divulge? I'm no Stephanie Klein, recanting countless personal, private details. Yet still, you cannot stay afloat. Even the simplest entries will come from a more deep-seeded place, though, so it's just a temporary veil if I leave out names, change places and speak in metaphor. But then, at least, it's out of me. Spun out to words.

So I'll attempt, for my sake, and for yours, whoever you are, to write honestly and diligently, every day. One sentence, two photos or page long over-analytical rants. It will start with that one random person, then the 5 close girlfriends, and with time, it will take all my guts not to tailor the content to this one or that one who reads it. We're all satisfying the urge to judge, watch, see and define anyway. I'll lend my hand.