Here We Go

My grandfather said smart asses never impressed him. Smart asses talked too much and revealed their weaknesses too quickly, leaving them vulnerable and easy to figure out. I look up to my grandfather, in spite of his many flaws and the fact that he's not the most likeable person. He doesn't seem to care about that, really. But he does know how to get ahead of the game. Oh, and he's filthy rich.

Which makes me wonder why I'm starting this blog. The idea of revealing my most personal thoughts could be suicide, I thought. What if my staff get to read this? My family? People I find annoying? Instant paranoia. But then I realize if that was such a problem, then no one would be blogging at all.

I've been scribbling regularly on a journal since last year. I started doing that again when things went a little haywire at work and at home. It was just CRAZY. I hit the notebooks and write when things really bother me, or when things are going really well. Or whenever I'm on "search mode". I have notebooks of various sizes tucked inconspicously in a shelf. It always starts with a promise to myself that this time I won't stop writing. But of course, when life get in the way, it gets cut off at some point.

I realize now that I never actually "stopped" writing. I kept on going back to it, specially when I want to figure things out. Right now I do have a few questions I need answers to. And I figured the world could help me if I wrote about them here.

Oh, and isn't it much more fun to neatly fix your work here than on paper? Love that Backspace button. Less messy. And with my handwriting, it can get REALLY messy.

So hello World. Nice to meet you.