Viewer?; Self-Actualization

I keep writing these posts like I'm writing to someone. Who would read this? I just posted a list that I made about my Summer work hours and how much spending money I'll have after that. That's like posting a grocery list on here (which sounds like something I would do, actually). This blog is not for people other than me, because it's just too random, and too full of things that only I could actually care about.

So I guess that the people I am addressing here are my future selves, to show the journey of the ultimate goal of my life - self actualization.

I sound like such a dork; "self-actualization." I learned about that in high school sociology. It's on top of the pyramid who's base is food and shelter. By that guy. Wutsisname. Who cares.

Not that I'm saying that this blog will be here through my whole fucking life or some nonsense like that. I'm just saying that, even if I only manage to keep this up for a month or so, I'll be older and changed when reading it, and it will be interesting for me to look back and contemplate my old self.

If you think about it you are many, many different people throughout the length of your life. As you grow up and embrace events that occur to and around you, you change. And as you change, eventually you can become very different from the person you were before.

I am extremely interested in the prospect of my later self. What will I be like? What will I do? Where will my life have taken me? Will I succeed, will I fail, and will I be happy?

I hope that you, dear reader and future self, are not ashamed or embarrassed by me, the younger you. Never forget that without me, you would not exist; you would be a different person.



One last question: if this blog is only for me, why am I letting everyone in the world read it? I haven't decided that yet. But I think that, firstly, I assume that no one but me will read it, and it's kind of exciting for my private thoughts to be out in the open like this. Kind of like having sex in public, I'm sure. Anyone could see if they walked around that corner... but they didn't. But what if they do next time?
Secondly, I don't think it matters really if anyone does read this... It's the internet, right? It offers complete anonymity. I am not actually myself, here; I am a random, probably boring being, so why would anyone read this? I guess it just goes back to the sex in public metaphor. If they walked in, who would care? You'll never see them again.

Oh, sex. The perfect explanation for everything.