who cares?

So, it seems here i am, procrastinating. Once more...

*sighs, scratches thumb, pats cat*

I have always struggled to write a journal, but there is something exciting about leaving a little paw-print out in cyberspace. Of coarse, the inevitable question - will any one ever read it? Who really cares about my thoughts? I know i can't write with any sort of flair, so why would someone take the time out of their life, to sit down and read the meanderings of my mind. It is indeed a little deflating to think that the only person reading this, is me.

But i think all this is irrelevant. The thing that excites me, is that it's possible that someone, one day, some how, might stumble across it. It's the potential that excites me. I have never understood the point of writing a diary when the only person privy to it, is myself. I know what i think, why do i need a hard-copy?

It's the audience - the 'other' which makes this exercise seductive.

For now, that is all...