Last night before going to bed I asked myself, "What is the reason for my shyness?  I rarely play the fool, I don't take risks, socially.  Why do I act like I'm so bothered what people think?" The idea was to see if my dreams could shed some light on the answer.  I believe the answer is inside of me, and I thought that that part of me that knows the answer could communicate some clues to my normal waking mind.  I've never asked anything of my dreams before but I've heard ...

So why does it matter what I write?  I don't really expect anyone to take much notice of my ramblings, and if they do then that's their problem - if they feel they've wasted their time then that's their own fault for reading some joe Blog's blog.  There are no identifying marks to who I "really" am, and I'm not telling anyone I know that this is my blog.  So:  why does it matter what I write?  More to the point, why have these first two posts had an air of someone making...

A year or two back I was ill in bed for a few days.  As I came back to my normal self (Ha!) I was gripped by a desire to start a blog.  I hardly knew what one was and by the time I'd researched the technicalities I realised that there wasn't a topic I wanted to write about enough to keep my enthusiasm going week-in, week-out.  After failing to find any justification for blogging I decided against it.  At various times since, that weird yurning returned and each time i put it ...