Yeah, I know...

The best way to get comments is to whine about not getting any comments! And I should talk, I'm guilty of not commenting on some pretty interesting stuff, especially in some of the communities I belong to. I have this crippling fear of being misinterpreted, so I usually choose my words pretty carefully, so writing even the dumbest little thing can take hours.
Why do I write at all? I don't know. I love the feedback when I get it. I want more, but I've learned not to expect it, so it means more when I get it. I'm not someone who writes just for the sake of writing. I feel it's something I must do to be worthy of the privilege of reading the amazing people who let me read their stuff. Is that totally stupid?
I sometimes enjoy going back a ways, reading my own stuff, to see how I felt on a particular day. My self esteem fluctuates wildly as I coast through life. I've been writing for more than an hour, and I'm starting to feel like this is not making any sense, so I'll change the subject.
Whoa! Look at that! Dropped my pen...hee hee...

The dinner I made was OK.
I'm reading a book (*gasp!* I never read books!).
I'm still talking to the online guy.
I'm going to bed now.
-Julie