I don't feel like I post anything of worth anymore. There was a time one of my five blogs, my two xangas, my myspace or my facebook contained something worth reading.

What is it that made me lose the drive to whore my thoughts to strangers via internet?

I guess it's the readership.

I used to write for particular people--I'm sure we all do.

But over the last two years, I've been pairing down my life--trying to be more spartan (go SJSU!), and realizing that this movement has to include friends.

I hoard friends like I hoard everything else. And of course hoarding is all about fear--will I need it later?

Friendship cannot be based on usefulness or fear.

All that to say, I write for the people in my life right now... the youth group :) I love them, but my writing is definitely getting predictable.

And now I'm feeling antsy--wishing there were those people in my life who were my muses... I saw my old college roommates for lunch and drinks today--best day of the month so far! But reminiscent of times churning enough turmoil to create an overflow worth recording.