I am verbose. I like seeing words typed out. I like seeing my emotions typed out (try writing down some of your emotions. It is hard to find words to fit your moods). I try to be considerate and not publish everything I feel but at times I just need to publish it. Be it on my blog, twitter or my Facebook – I post not for YOU but for myself.

I post because I go back and read them. They bring a smile or a sharp stab of pain. Memories are bitter sweet. And I prefer to document my memories online. I have been documenting for years. Most of my present day blog readers have not been there during the start. Most of the people in my Facebook friends list did not have their FB accounts set up when I started.

I really do not mind if you do not “like”/”comment”/”favorite”/”RT” my message. It is meant for me and you just happened to read it. I know my messages do not touch you the same way it touches me. I know your mind voice goes “who cares” when you read my message. I know because my mind voice does the same.

I am just one of you. I might write but I am also a reader. I also browse my timelines and think “so what?” – 99% of the time. But I do understand why people need to post certain stuff. And there is always the “Block/hide” button if you do not want to see my messages.

Let me clear the air once and for all – I write for myself and to preseve the moment in words. I write because it is my comfort zone . I like it because it clears the multiple threads of information in my head. I do not write for YOU – I am not an author.

I write for me and I do not ask you to read it. I post links on Facebook/Twitter not because I want you to read it. But because I want my timeline which documents chronologically events in my life to save it. It has nothing to do with anyone seeing it.

It is my outlet and my safe home. It will continue being the same.