My readership.

I think that the individuals that comprise my readership are quite interesting. Every once and a while, they leave comments. As of late, there's been a lull in comments but still, I know that people read my blog.

It's just such an interesting array of people... friends, family, exes, aquaintances and random people who somehow stumble onto my site. I regret telling some of those people that I even had a blog. But this is who I am and these are my thoughts, etc and I make no apologies for them. I 'm glad that some people have access to the site because it's a way for them to keep up with the changes in my life. This blog serves as a journal and a venting spot.... which I, perhaps, should retire that part. I write for many reasons. Most of the time, I don't write to my readership. I write about life. I write stories. I write about thoughts that I have. I write to get my frustrations out. I write to examine what I really think and feel. Because, after all, my writing can be honest. Even if I am not honest with myself or others, I can write freely. It's as though no one is reading my blog. I can write unapoligetically. There's no confrontation. There's no argument. It's just pure fact. Pure thoughts. Unabated. Innocent of any wrongdoing.

It is interesting to me the people that read my blog. Some act like they don't care anything about my life. And yet, they read my blog. If they didn't care, why read it? Some use my blog or the information therein, to start conversations. Some never mention it, thinking that they have the upper hand because they know more about what's going on in my life than I would tell them to their face.

But I must thank you all for reading. Thank you to those who care about me but remain silent. Thank you to those who take actual interest in my life. Thank you to those who comment and encourage. Thank you to those who read my blog and think I don't know.

Read on, readers. Read on.