Alive and well

I've been catching up on all my friends' blogs and reading about their lives and what they've been up to. It's like, all heartwarming and shit.

It's weird though with my own blog, I don't really talk about what I'm doing. Though, I guess I do spend a lot of time thinking, which I blog about, and thinking is doing.

I do a lot of other stuff too, like going out and going to events and what not. I tend to get so caught up in what I'm doing that I don't have time to blog about it as I'm on to the next thing. Is that a bad thing? Am I just being too busy to savor and reflect on life? Should I try to share my life with others? I guess perhaps I feel like no one really cares what I do. I chalk that up to shitty parents who never really showed any interest in my life, except to give me a hard time about petty shit.

On the bright side, perhaps blogging is a waste of time. Maybe not a total waste of time, but what is the opportunity cost of blogging? And with my negligent parents, perhaps that developed in me a certain amount of freedom and independence. I think it instilled a healthy skepticism and (unhealthy?) distrust of authority figures, but that's another issue.

Does any of it matter anyways? I just want my friends to know that I'm alive and well.