Be Free!...

Okay, time to let you guys off the hook. I suppose I could actually count out all the comments, but fuck it. It was a pretty underhanded thing to do in the first place.

First, let me start by saying that anyone who stopped by and saw the last post and thought, "That's really pathetic" or "Fuck him! I'm not leaving a fucking comment! What a whore!" or "This dude has some serious self-esteem issues," I don't blame you at all. I might have thought the same thing.

Here's my excuse: I'm a curious fucker. I was curious:

• who would leave a comment.
• who wouldn't leave a comment.
• how long it would take.
• what people would say.
• whether anyone would comment for the first time.

In fact, I'm curious when it comes to pretty much everything. That's probably what has attracted me to blogging the most - how it quenches my never-ending curiosity. I love to know shit no matter what it is. If I'm a whore for anything, it's information. The more foreign something is to me, the more curious I am. This also explains why documentary films appeal to me so much. For instance, take the film Zoo. There are people out there who actually have sex with animals. This is something I personally can't comprehend and would never participate in even if someone had a gun to my head. Yet, there are people who do this and I want to know what makes them tick. It might sound crazy to many of you, but it's the kind of guy I am.

I like getting to know people, despite my initial social awkwardness. I like to know why people think the way they do, even people who disagree with me. Especially people who disagree with me. I want to know what's going on inside people's heads. To me, visiting blogs is like going over to someone's home, except the door is always unlocked and the home, in this case, is someone's brain.

So, in my defense, it wasn't really about getting a lot of comments (yeah, bullshit!). Go back and check my archives. The only person who used to comment at the beginning was Grant. Then, eventually, Flannery started visiting. Then Vikki and the Georgia Girls and so on. That's one of the reasons I annoyingly put my links in chronological order rather than alphabetically. I think it's a neat history. The fact is, I do like getting comments. I'll admit some of it gives me a sense of validation, but mostly I'm just curious who will respond to what and how. Plus, some of them are pretty fucking funny. So, if you didn't leave a comment in the last post, feel free. I'll go back and check it every once in a while.

I was thinking about a trip my friend and I took about twelve years ago. I wrote a little about it HERE. We quit our jobs, bought a big-ass van, and pretty much went wherever we felt like. We mooched places to sleep and shower from people along the way, but most of the time we'd sleep in the van in hotel parking lots (never got hassled once in six months!). Imagine how cool that trip would be now that I know people all over the country! Who knows? Maybe someday I'll do it again.