You know how most people, usually with an equal mix of facetiousness and seriousness, say their life should be made into a movie? I know for a fact that my life would make an awful movie. It's much better suited to a book. Though, even that wouldn't be great. Yes, I realize that it is then counterintuitive that I would write a blog, but my life is extremely interesting to me. So there.
I hardly ever do anything. I mean, anything. So my life tends to be extremely boring. That means that there's little movement towards me coming out and everything associated with that - meeting new people, making new friends, having a boyfriend, being happy in general. Among other negative effects on my life, this means that I have nothing to write about for this blog. I'm not sure if you've noticed yet, but so far the only current event I've written about was my roommate situation. Everything else has been exposition or stories from the past.
I bring this up because I have been commenting on others' blogs more. I do this for two reasons: I now know how good it feels when a person leaves a comment on one's blog, rather, I will know when someone does it here. The second reason is that I'm maybe hopeful that it will lead others to my blog. However, I'm still not sure that I want others to read my blog. If I got a readership, even if it was only one person, I'm pretty sure I would feel obligated to post. And obligated to make those posts interesting and entertaining. That's especially anxiety-inducing because I'm still at a very early point in this whole blogging thing. So, yeah.
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