Why do I write? …..

     I have been asking myself this question on and off for some time now. On the surface it appears to be quite a simple question with simple answers perhaps including ….I want to make money, I want to be famous, I want to be popular, I want to change the world and many others answers of a similar ilk. But here’s the rub, I don’t particularly like people and I am seldom affected by their opinions of me, the world (and I mean humankind here) is not going to be changed by a grumpy and rotund caveman scribing a few ill thought out musings upon t’internet, I know damn well that I will never make money from this malarkey and I definitely do not wish to be famous as I’d rather pass through the streets unnoticed and unhindered (I am also of the opinion that folk who actively seek out fame are probably a tad unhinged).

     So this leaves me pondering as why is it that I keep returning to these pages and scribing my thoughts to a distinctly small audience (ahh do I secretly wish for greater acceptance and a huge following?). If it is not for fame, fortune and world domination then why the hell do I write? Perhaps there is a part within me that wishes to connect with others but also wishes to be able to keep them at arms length, maybe there is a inner child that wants to be rewarded and told he’s “a good boy”, maybe I secretly dream of earning wealth beyond measure from the deft strokes of my electronic quill or perhaps there are so many facets to a persons mind that no one answer will be completely satisfactory. 

    When all is said and done I do achieve a certain pleasure writing, I find the act of it enjoyable (well mostly) and usually relaxing. Putting my random thoughts down on electronic papyrus helps to clear and focus a mind that is usually a swirling maelstrom of thoughts and ideas that sometimes stop all my inertia by overloading my brain (yes both cells). I know that my diction is limited and that I will never write a world renowned blog but that is not the point. If my simple words reach and help one troubled soul in this ever demanding and maddening world bringing to them a smile and a moment of peace then hey it’s a win. Writing does bring me a little peace and readings t’others thoughts does the same, even (though rarely) cracking my miserable countenance with the barest resemblance of a smile. 

    So the answer to the question is simple after all, it just simply helps.

John