Why I Blog

Done to death I suppose.
Most bloggers probably tried to explain their need for this self indulgence.
Others simply wear their narcissism proudly on their sleeves.

Me?

I wanted to be a journalist when I was a kid.
Trod on minefields. Have bullets fly over my head. Run the streets amok.
All in bid for news-worthy story.
Reality, fear and talent (or rather the lack of it) put my romantic ambitions to a grinding halt.

So I wrote my life story in my head.
Lately the stories and words didn’t come out the way it used to.
I found my thoughts becoming more random, almost constipated.

And what good is a story with only no captive audience?