I really do mean to write but it ain't gonna happen

I know there's been nothing public here for six months, but I'm here every day and I often start posts. Most of them just get deleted and a few of them are saved as drafts.

I find that when I write, I bare my soul. If it's any less than soul-baring, it becomes trite and banal. I suppose even the soul-baring stuff can be trite and banal, too, but at least it's a little more interesting to me. The trouble is that I don't believe that most folks want to read what I have to say when I write what I truly feel. I've experienced it a number of times elsewhere on the 'net. When I just give a little peek into what I really feel, I'm told that I shouldn't feel it, which is really just people's way of saying that they don't want to be exposed to anything that is the least bit painful.

I suppose a lot of it is the way I was raised, too. There was never any problem with feeling things, but we were taught not to inflict ourselves on others.

So I'll never have an 8th blogiversary like my friend Steph had recently. Keeping a diary was never something I did before and the adage about old dogs and new tricks does come to mind. I'll probably keep this here because of the links to other blogs that are there. I like the fact that, when there's a new one, the link moves up to the top.