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Today's Thought Process - Posted on 6/8/2009


I have now discussed with several people, several different ways in which to write a blog. What is the best way to go about something that is so personal to whoever is writing it? There's the professional blog; one which I'd considered keeping, mainly to discuss my writing. But that just felt a little bland. There's the personal blog; like an online diary – but I don't want to discuss every detail of my personal life. It even occurred to me that perhaps when writing a blog, one should imagine they are writing to the person they love. “Hello there snoogie-woogie, today I bought a rather nice pair of Capri crop jeans and thought of you.” But that's just silly.

My blogs, I've decided, will take on whatever mood, thought or pondering I am feeling at the time, because that IS me. But then, I'm an idiot; a self-proclaimed dumb writer. I know absolutely nothing about anything and I write from the heart. I expose the innermost recesses of my mind to the public in the curious hope of acceptance – that maybe one person will read it and understand.

And that leads me back to the whole connection issue in general. Let me explain: I find myself failing to understand why, when I can be surrounded by a crowd of so many people, that I feel so utterly alone. Yet I can be alone in a room with one person, one person I feel comfortable enough with, and not have to say a single word. And that's okay, isn't it?

I find myself looking for the connections I crave with others, and I can, at times, see nothing back. As if I'm staring into the abyss. You see, there's this thing, this... barrier that exists between us all, and it stifles and stops us from saying or doing or even feeling what we want, what we need. And sometimes I can feel it so much it kills me (not literally). When really we're all the same.

I wonder how many people feel this, and whether they try to crave a connection elsewhere, someone they think they'd associate with well, but in reality it's all dreams.

I find myself disconnected from a lot of things lately. TV shows. Lost – I find myself...well, lost! I can't even get into Big Brother this year – which I'm not really disappointed about, because I already have enough (self-imposed) distractions without a daily dose of THAT to go along with it.

I'm glad I shared this.

B.


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Comment from juicy_lucy
This really made me think, Bronwen. it's really unusual for an author in the public eye to be so honest and deep.. i'm glad you shared this too. lucy.
Posted 6/14/2009



Comment from kevin marsh
Makes sense to me, you just need to work through your loss and figure out where you want to go next.
Posted 6/14/2009



Comment from Moe
You're not a dumb writer.
Posted 6/14/2009



Comment from Jeremy
I definitely now the feeling of being alone in a crowded room.
Posted 6/15/2009



Comment from Neve
Bronwen, your thought processes are inspired.
Posted 6/15/2009



Comment from kev
Which self-imposed distractions are you meaning, B?
Posted 6/17/2009



Comment from B.
Oh kev, you don't even want to know! It's silly, really.
Posted 6/17/2009