Sweet Friends (who I think worthy of reading my first address)

What got me to this page?....I loved a few blogs I read by really talented people and the mind machine started working overtime trying to figure out if it was a good idea to let people in on my thoughts?...What am I being so secretive about anyways…If my thoughts had any material in them they should be worth appreciating and the filters will always be in place to tell me how much to divulge and when to shut up. Blogging has become quite a trend, its not yet too common though and hasn't lost its charm for sure. In my imagination, it's like a late awakening for a lot of people who have amazing thoughts and experiences they want to share, have a vocab that can assist them quite well and have it in them to make their narration interesting. I know friends who have been blogging for quite some time now and they never cared about really being noticed amongst their friends for their talent. Since blogging has its own following, folks who are bloggers as well as readers. It was/is like a secret society where the young and old alike, poured out their minds to strangers, no inhibitions, no bars, no restrictions. It wasn't like it dawned on me one fine day to start writing and I picked up my keyboard and went at it like all the words were waiting to ooze out. Inspirations exist, which I will take up some other day. How I wish I was so impulsive in life and how I wish I wasn't so sluggish and that such incidents would have added the much needed eccentricity and craze in my life. But really I am someone who always thought I would really do well at writing, "at least my own diary!" I would say to myself. Some lucky days are even there in one of the 2005, 2006, 2007 diaries. But my conviction can never stand the test of time. Music, a good book, work-out or simply chat with family and friends took precedence and the narration had to happen in my head just before sleep came. I was always my own audience. Told all the things I couldn't say out loud, to myself, before slumber time, as a recap of the entire day's unsaid thoughts. I hope neha2go isn't another lame attempt that I can't keep up to and go back to guftagu with my blanket.