why I have come back

I very recently wrote out a public invitation in a forum on Facebook, pleading people to come out and talk to me about things depressing them. Even then, as I was writing it, I realized that it did sound stupid, an idea laughable. I felt that- despite my intentions being well-meaning and sincere- mostly because I myself wouldn't have done it either had someone else written out that invitation.

Now even though I feel like deleting the invitation from there, I will not do so because I do not want to take it back and it gives me a feeling of slight satisfaction knowing that I have done something, however much it may be embarrassingly within my comfort capacity.

Is this why people blog? To let it out? I suppose the reason differs from person to person. Why am I doing it despite the fact that there is no audience whatsoever? Because sometimes, there is no one to talk to. It doesn't really mean I'm very lonely; it just means the right person isn't around at the moment. Or it may be the fact that the right person to whom this kind of talk can be addressed to or confided in isn't an existent figure. Yet. :)

So, here's to hoping that the right people come in our lives and fill spaces, which, for people like me, are taken by unread blogs at the moment. How sad? No. How ordinary.