Blogging is intrinsically a solipsistic activity. There is a certain amount of boldness embedded in the idea that one’s thoughts are interesting enough to engage strangers. Writing a blog about oneself is akin to concocting a story where the protagonist fraught with problems eventually escapes unscathed through some stroke of luck, perseverance, or both. Eventually, the blog veers towards portraying a neatly edited alter ego. After all, the natural formation of a thought does not come packaged with an introduction or conclusion. Therefore in the pruning process, I leave out the skepticism, rudeness, and insecurities which plague my thoughts (and inherently make them my thoughts) so as not to offend. The diluted product merely resembles but fails to encompass any of my original beliefs. Such is the curse of being a guarded and introspective person.

But there is something appealing about putting my entries out into the blogosphere. The anonymity of it all. The possibility that a random stranger who has no emotional connection to you comes across your words and finds them intriguing.

So here’s to you, random stranger.