Why Write

I wonder what it is that makes me want to write online as opposed to talking with a friend or writing it in a journal. I wonder this both in general and in specific instances. Like the other day, I got really frustrated at a dance about how much potential people had that would never be cultivated in that atmosphere… and I wrote a really long entry in my car, right after leaving the dance. But I decided it was a little too strong and shouldn’t be posted here. But maybe I was wrong, maybe my entries are just getting weaker.

Or maybe I’m in a very different setting here in Memphis. I’m not around many people my age, and none of my friendships are really emotional or confusing. I haven’t had to make many difficult decisions and things are fairly mellow. So there’s less stimulation for writing. Or maybe I’m just different.

Last summer I was working at a job that I loved, dating an interesting girl, and dancing all the time. Right now I’m a lot more independent, not loving the working world, and just wishing there were more time in the day. I want to go to school and get away from the real world.

Then again, being in the real world and busy didn’t stop me last year. Perhaps this is just a “now” thing and not a general one. In the last few weeks I’ve had no trouble finding an audience, so I haven’t written. I always need to communicate my ideas, but sometimes people are at hand. So maybe that’s why I haven’t been writing. Or maybe my thoughts have been too personal of nature. I don’t know.

I don’t. Why do you write?