Click Me, Read Me, Love Me

You know, writing is an interesting thing. Well, blogging is an interesting thing. You compose your thoughts, "pen" them, and as soon as you click Publish your thoughts and musings are sent off into the internet waiting to be read.

That's kind of how human beings are, if you think about it. We spend so much time composing ourselves, adhering to social cues and expectations. We exhibit behavior we think is most suitable, and then we wait for those around us to approve.

Can we escape this tedious and anxiety-ridden process? Is unconditional love reserved for a mere few?

Curiouser and curiouser.

live simply.