Type.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012, ϟ 0 shout(s)
The unique thing about blogging is that it's very much of a habit - the incessant need to tap intently at the board, penning the coloured stories of your mind into concrete words.
Sometimes, I believe a reason for the existence of communication is to let people tell stories. After all, story-telling is as much of a therapeutic activity as story-listening, if it is ever known as that.
Sometimes if we're just overwhelmed by the mere existence of existing, isn't it justified to be able to type even meaningless letters like these? Example aside, I'm in no position of such, thank you for the concern.
I mean everybody needs a ranting wall. For whatever that boils, grinds, whispers, flutters or hops inside, you've got to let it out. Screaming, jumping, grinning, crying, running, embracing - all are justified forms of release.
And my point is, if it's ever so inconvenient to perform the above (at most circumstances yes), or you're just about as a blogging addict with a penchant for typing as me,
type.
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