Having a weird day is, well, weird. I really can't explain how is it that get into weird mode, but I suddenly start questioning everything I make and I start feeling very thankful for the things I have.
It's like depression disguised as weirdness. Really. I've been meaning to write an entry for quite a while, but every time I'm gonna sit and write, I get this question in my head.
So... Why am I writing this? Why should anyone care what I have to say?
We share stuff all the time these days. Facebook, twitter, instant messages. You don't even have to call anyone to tell them something. You can just make an anonymous statement in twitter and get it out of your system. Why complain with anyone about anything, when you can tweet some lines filled with rage (or love) and leave them floating on the internet.
As I said before, today I'm having a weird day, and I actually tweeted that a few minutes ago. And then I started looking up stuff on you tube and I had this sudden urge to share everything.
Why would you want anyone to know what you're listening, what your watching and ultimately what you feel?
Isn't kind of embarrassing letting people know that you should be at work WORKING and not looking up for stupid stuff on line?
I'm actually lucky to be my own boss and have my own schedule, but I still feel like a lazy person every time I share something on Facebook during office hours!
