Habits

Once a habit now a hardly remembered memory, that’s what blogging has become sadly.

When I wonder ?

When did that need to write disappear, when did that urge to discuss and pen down the details fritter away, when did I forget about writing. Frankly I know the answers to all of them as shamed as I am to admit that.

Shamed I am to admit that I have lost a considerable amount of time I used to take out for myself. I could blame it on a thousand different things or even my favorite thing to blame “college”; but lets make this blog truthfully (unlike the other ones).

To blame I have only me.

I think it started with college, the reason that I cared for things or people which would eventually mean nothing to me. I am slow in picking up these things sadly. I became so involved in the juvenile things that happened. It was high school all over again just that I wasn’t the cool kid I was. I was the worrier, the wannabe, the acceptee.

I am not out of those clutches but I hope this knowledge that has dawned on me rather late doesn’t go futile.

Of course there are some other reasons also, the phone talking with my self confessed best friend. I think the need to talk which existed flies out of the window when another person listens. Listening is hard I have realized. You don’t need ears to listen, you need love which does sound corny. But if you don’t love a person I can indemnify that you wouldn’t bother to listen.

A theory to test out eh ?

Be careful this theory may not work on girls in case of absolutely lip smacking gossip.

Scarlett ensures that blogger wont work on her system hence to ensure regular posts I have to wait to get an actual smartphone.

However, I Bluebutterfly solemnly promise to tell the truth and only the truth and nothing besides the truth irrespective of however gruesome, hurtful or rude it may be.