i love reading blogs.
because it allows me to step into the inner world of their lives, well some of them at least. there are blog posts that when you read them you could picture the owner talking to you, like as usual. and there are those when you read them, it feels as though you could feel their souls for once.
opening the gate of their lives to you.
every read of those posts make me understand them better, how their minds function, how they think of certain things at some point of time, and how they cope with their lives as mine moves on.
the blog seems to be a portal, for the exchange of things that are better left unspoken in reality.
some people could be like crazy dogs outside, smiling at you 90% of the day and in their blogs you get to see the serious side of them, the not so funny side. these two contrasting roles somehow makes everything more balanced, less vague, less hypocritical.
sometimes you guffaw at one thing, and inside it's another thought. in a second there is a complication of two different feelings. don't say you never felt it before, the world of hyprocrisy.
that's why this outlet comes into place. it allows you to read their minds and get a feel of what they are thinking. somehow, it seems to be able to communicate with a friend that owns a blog better than those who are friendly and laughing all day long.
those who put a smile on their face everyday, who knows for sure whether deep inside them they are serving you a cup of warm fuck you get lost.
