this is no longer my blog

Bloggers must have an elevated sense of self. They seem to think that people want to read all the little tidbits of nothing that they share, whether it be about a canoe trip or the size of a pregnant woman's stomach or the fact that they ate at a buffet and had a theological epiphany... Oh wait...
Actually, I'm content in the fact that probably no one reads what I write here. This is my litte cul-de-sac on the information super highway. There's probably even a roadsign at the entry that says "No Outlet" so people turn around before they even venture close enough. That's fine with me. I don't know what I'd do if I knew that people were actually interested in reading the stuff I put here. I'd probably think that they were weird stalker types, or I'd think that what I said was interesting and thought provoking or at the least entertaining. Then I'd think I was some cool, hip internet columnist when in fact I'm a boring, procrastinating seminary student who tries to find anything to do other than the homework that he should be doing. And no one wants that to happen. Best to keep me in my place.