Writing

I don't know about you, whoever you are, but I like to write. I guess most people who have blogs do. I like to write down my impressions of life as it goes on, my thoughts... the stuff no one but me really cares about. I think I have like, 6 or 7 various spiral notebooks and the occasional journal that have pieces of me at different points in my life written in them. People have been giving me journals since I could scrawl out the letters of my own name, but for some reason I have always preferred spiral notebooks, random bits of paper and math notebooks- you know, the ones with the little squares printed on the pages. I think it's called graph paper in English (I never did understand that. We HAD to write on paper like that in Castefa, all the time, and graph paper was measured by millimeters and centimeters). And apart from my aversion to conventional journals, I don't write in my notebooks conventionally. The pages jump around. Some of them start at the back and go forward. Some have been rained on, some cried on (they both have similar effects, which I find comforting).
I remember one time on a bus at conference, the speaker for the week saw my writing in my current spiral notebook. He asked me if I were writing a journal, and then proceeded to tell me that his wife had filled dozens of them, saying that she'd go back and read them someday, and enjoy it, and that she never had. I was so saddened by that thought. Half the joy of writing is knowing you're preserving a piece of you that you can come back to later. You can read it, and recognize yourself; the two of you meet like old friends- no fuss, no need to test who you are/were. You know. So now I go back every once in a while, and I read what I wrote. What people wrote to me, in letters, e-mails.
This type of writing has a feel that no other writing does. Do you know what I mean? Most words are crafted together for others' eyes. But the ones that are compounded for your own (or a known friends') eyes only are somehow... friendlier. More comfortable. And the interesting thing is, I find that there are trends. Things that I have been thinking about for years, so much so that puzzling over them has become part of who I am. What's funny about it is, that I'll often start thinking anew about an old theme, and think that it's completely innovative, that I've never explored this idea before. Not quite sure why. It's confusing, to tell the truth.
At any rate, I don't think anyone will ever care to read about my life or my thoughts. They are only the type of things everyone thinks and goes through. Sometimes I wonder if it would be more profitable to write about the things that actually happen to me, rather than what I think about them. Still who knows?
over 'n out.