A blogger after all....

Blogging, or the lack thereof, is making me miserable. I want to write (still grappling with why I want to write – but the need for virtual approval from others is gaining ground, as is blog-envy) but nothing comes out. Actually, the power of this blog appears to be in the inner workings of my mind in the background – the blog itself seems irrelevant for now. I’ve asked myself a million questions about my creativity, my supposed wit, my interests, my reasons for wanting to join the blogosphere. I guess I am having an existential crisis after all, requisite misery and all. Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!