Take-off

I have never had a blog before. I have never even kept a diary. It is true that nowadays diaries are considered outdated, but I showed little interest in them even when they were popular during my primary school years. Somehow I never liked the idea of keeping a record of what is happening to me every day. When some years ago, from one day to another everyone became crazy about blogs and after a couple of months it was almost shameful not to have one, I still resisted giving in. Maybe that was more about my old habit of refusing to follow the masses than about lack of interest, I do not know. But it does not matter anyway. What matters is that I have never registered for a blog account before.

Not that I have never thought of it, though. There were, and still are a number of occasions in my life when I feel that I should commit my thoughts to paper because there seems to be no more space in my head for them. Sometimes I would need to sit down and write down whatever is bothering me because in such cases I  feel that I am screaming at the top of my vioce from the inside but nobody seems to be listening. For a person like me who rarely talks, writing helps getting over troubling thoughts.

Now that I came to think of it, I do not understand why I never started a blog. It seems to be true that things are progressing the most effectively when they are made compulsory. Now, for at least as long as a semester, I will keep a blog because it is a requirement in one of my university courses. I do not yet know whether I will continue writing after the semester has ended. For the time being I will try and see what it is like to pour out my heart to the computer screen. And then I will see how to go on.