3 years ago, I hated the idea of blogging. Well, not exactly hated it, it’s just that I didn’t like it very much. I always thought that it was too glorified for what it’s really worth. ‘Coz let’s face it guys, it’s basically just keeping a personal journal that’s not really personal since whatever a blogger puts up can readily be read by the hundreds of millions of people online. Come to think of it, let me take that back. I did hate it.

But as the cybercosmos got a blogged-up make-over, it got me thinking. As I found out that even the smartest people I knew, and the smartest people they knew, somehow got their own blog, I wondered: Maybe there’s something in blogging that evades me? So I assessed myself. Then I assessed the assessment of my assessing self. Guess what that coughed out? I discovered, oh woe me, that I was afraid. Of what, you ask? I was afraid to be analyzed. You know the human instinct of repelling all criticisms since ‘He knows what he’s doing.’? That’s what was going on in my anti-blogging head. So I whacked the gavel down and said to myself: no more. Now don’t be thinkin’ this is an ‘enlightenment’ post because it’s not. How come? Well frankly, I still do not fully understand the essence of blogging. I’m just hoping that I get to know it as I undertake the blogger’s path.

Hence, mi numero uno bloggo.