Why I Do the Things I Do

I write this blog. I believe the correct term is type.

Why do I write? It's simply a way for me to get my story out. A rememberence thing. I always prefered the written word to the spoken word. With the written, people can always go back and read it. The spoken word can be tempered with, especially by memory. Memory can disort things, make people believe something different happened.

No no, that description does not do it justice. People remember things the way they want to. They misinterpeted words. It is much harder to do that with the written word. At least for me it is. Then again, I've never been good with the spoken word. That was one of the reasons why I felt comfortable with books. I can always go back and read it.

They were also my friends when the other kids didn't want to play with me. I can always pretend with books. Pretend that people actually wanted to spend time with me, and that I was some hero.  Doesn't every kid have these fantasies?

 If someone were to tell me their story, I may forget what their story. It is especially frustrating when I never see that person again, and I didn't get to write their story down as they were telling it. (I had to write Nate's story down while he told me it.)

He was wondering why I chose to write it down, but he shrug it off.

I really wish he would let me leave this hotel room. How long have I been here? I wasn't keeping track.

Another reason why I write this blog is so that other people will remember me in some form. I don't want to be forgotten. When people forget they leave. Always. They always leave.