Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on myself while becoming nocturnal.

This whole blog thing is amusing. People write whatever they want in them. I have friends that use them for outlets for all sorts of things: advice, writing, etc. Mine is obviously mostly selfish and about my travels, including the catastrophes I encounter.

I was reluctant to start this. It was suggested that I should write a blog. For a long time I didn't know what I should write about that would be of any interest. Then I started traveling and being without telephone service, so the topic was obvious. It's hard to write in the times when I'm doing nothing but being a less-than-adventurous graduate student. Let's be honest, I get excited about physics, but I'm not about to drown you in details of that. At least, not here. I keep that one for in-person dialogues.

I hit the "Next Blog" at the top of the page and came upon one devoted to screenshots of English female newscasters (including weather forecasters). It's just bizarre what people put in these things.

The strange thing about all of this is that I'll admit how unnerved I become when walking by glass doors at night or how I run after a missed bus or how I get lost in foreign cities and the whole world can read that. But why would anyone want to? The majority of the people reading this are family and friends. It's a way for such people to keep tabs on me while I frolic all over the place. I don't think for a second that my observations and experiences are interesting to anyone who can't imagine me doing all of the stupid things I end up doing. I assume that those family and friends keep reading this because they think something here is interesting.

I sit here and read strangers' thoughts and wonder if I'm as inane. That right there is motivation to stop since this has no practical usage. Then I remember that, in the end, I keep doing this for myself. Ah, so selfish. For one, it's great to have the memories preserved somewhere. I also do it because I love writing. The only decent writing I've ever done stems out of experiences I've had. If this is good for nothing else, it gives me a place to put thoughts into words, no matter how inconsequential they are. Perhaps, in time, they'll turn into something more. But why is there the need to share publicly? I have no idea.

Now, I'm going to go watch the sunrise.