Addicted

I have never knew that having a blog would become some obsessive addiction. The constant need to twaddle about my mundane daily doings, reading other peoples blogs and thinking, hey if i knew you in 'real life' i bet we would be frwieends! and even just constantly looking at the little stat bar, thinking 'hey i wonder if anyone will read this tiny little bit that i wrote like 3 seconds ago?' and the usual 'aww no comments' feeling that comes every millionth time you look at it. It's a wonder that they don't provide conselling for bloggers, especially for those suffering from withdrawal symptoms like constant tapping of the fingers on any surface or looking into the microwave window, wondering if you 'refreshed' the microwave would time go any faster? Though i suppose you could count that for internet withdrawal symptoms as well.

Maybe it's the need to type silly things or the need to be 'sociable with insociablity' to others that cause this phenomenon? Like writing into a diary hoping no one would discover it yet yearning for someone you could disclose information to and would symphatise with your every word. Positively grim if you really dig into the details of it. Maybe we should just walk up into the streets and look for friends. I have a scene in my mind where this happens. Because you cannot dwelve into my mind i have illustrated it for you under the helpful hand of "Paint" and my keyboard mouse scroller thing.

Obviously after this conversation the guy in the top hat will accept and they would go skipping into the distance to play catch in some undisclosed park. Thus point is: We should go out and make more friends. Or so I think. or maybe i'm just procrasinating?