It Begins...

This seems kind of strange. I've never had a diary, or been even slightly interested in recording my thoughts. The idea of another reading them though has become curiously appealing. No doubt they will find no interest in them, yet there is always a chance another like-minded soul may stumble upon them. That is when this will get interesting.

I write this to the sound of thunder and rain, which seems fitting.

Mostly this will be a more permanent place to hide my ideas compared trying to keep the rapidly decaying things inside my head. Whether they are actually worth storing is debatable, yet thanks to the wonders of the Internet this debate never arises.

If you are reading this (which you obviously are, there is no if about it), then this text is no longer a dusty stored clump of words. It becomes a monologue as soon as these words find a listener, and a dialogue when you choose to comment. Of course, you may not even exist (why would anyone read my ramblings?) yet it comforts me to talk as if to someone.