STRANGER DANGER

The world is a big, scary place.

There's no denying it. Virtually everyone attests to this fact in one way or another,
at least every once in while.

So why have a blog?
And more specifically, why do I have a blog?

Isn't that making yourself more vulnerable?
Isn't putting your own words on the web
kind of like running naked through
a dirty alleyway in a big city
in the cold deadness of night?
In other words, just plain stupid?

No, it is not.

Words do not amount to contact information,
phone numbers, locations, social security
numbers.
Words cannot wholly define who you,
he, she, it is, or who I am.
Words can only try.

They all think they're beyond their years
when they say
you can't try, you can only succeed.
But here we meet it face-to-face,
and Memory speaks her testament.

How to define a person?
You can know someone your whole life
be their best and closest, dearest friend,
and still, you will not be able to define
exactly who they are.

And neither will they. I guess that's an
assumption - but with these turbulent,
swelling, instinctive feelings that
only make us human, how can
we possibly justify our every
darting thought?

And so the words really do
try.

You can't ever fully know me,
because I don't fully know myself.
Reading a blog only discloses
part of the mind,
and thus part of the person.
But you can try.
It's not as if there is no progress -
it's true
You will get closer and closer
with time
As with anything, really.

You just can't fully figure me out.

But that's a challenge.
Your first step, I assume, would be to
read my blog. ;)

P.S. God forbid you take that winking face the wrong way.
P.P.S. I'm in a churn-out-the-writing mood tonight. Anyone else feel that way? (I ask this to the open air, of course. I mean, shouldn't we refer to the title of this post?) Ahha. Perchance I shall finish my physics in the morning...

I don't need an answer - I just need to ask

Why would you ask me now, after I've already made my decision?
What is there to change except my own mind?
And why is time always so inflexible
       everyone warring for my same two minutes
       which are by goodness sakes already taken three times over
       by three different sets of people?
Why is it impossible to find a compromise?
Does the flock, the herd, always win?
And whyyyyyyy
Why doesn't it matter except to me?
Why does he always win
though he cares only half as much? (if that?)
Why is the last time always the hardest?
But also the most beautiful?
Is that why it irks me so?
Why can't I accept the "If they don't want me,
I don't want them" mentality?

[Why can't it be easy?
Why can't it be doable?
Why do I have to bend over backwards trying to
make something work
that obviously doesn't want to work
in its own nature?]

Why?

Please don't ask me to come up with answers.
I'm not expecting answers from anyone.
I just need to ask the questions.