What makes people go to personal webpages? What makes me go to people’s webpages. What is it to you whether or not I have a stick up my ass, like to fart in public places, or eat bugs for dinner. How does it make any difference at all when you read it or when I write it?

It’s kind of disconcerting when I actually really sit here and think about it.

What makes me read other peoples pages? I’m a peeping tom by nature, I suppose. I’ve always been pretty nosy — I like gossip, I like listening to other people’s problems; I’m terrible at giving advice, though. I guess that’s why I love reading so much. I get the same affect, but I don’t have any obligations to anybody to say anything. I don’t even have to nod reassuringly or smile or give a sad look. When someone writes something I find comical [even when they’re dead serious] I don’t have to stifle my laughter.

And I can cry, when someone’s writing touches me enough without any “What’s wrong?”

What, then, makes me write about my life here? I really don’t know what drives me to do it. A lot of the time I end up sticking my foot in my mouth. For example, the bisexuality post. Afterwards, I considered taking it down in fear of people, friends, acquaintances thinking of me differently. But why do I care?

Why do I care at all, really? It’s not like it matters anything to anyone else. And it doesn’t, does it? Because I don’t know half the people who are reading this — and those that I do know won’t give a fuck. It doesn’t change who I am, it’s just something new to add to who I am.

What is it to me? Why do I care? What is it to you? Why are you here? Haha, I find myself asking those questions every day… and still haven’t been able to answer them.

I suppose in the end… We’re all human.