Snowflakes

So how did I find myself chatting with you today....this is something some happy, positive, comfortable, slightly stressed and let's face it probably slightly horny person from chat~ brought up to me~ 

The timeless paradox of how two relatively intelligent people find themselves text to grins chatting on the internet ~ were we pre-destined to meet as part of some grand plan...or just happenstance like the formation of unique snowflakes~ you know...no two meetings are alike...something like that~

Well~ just think about the sheer number of people sorting that must have occurred...because, face it~ we don't chat with every person we meet~ maybe a "hey hi" and a passing hug~ but to delve deeper...what does it take for you to take the next step~ to move pass the small talk and leap into full blown idea exchange... what is it about you that made me step toward you~ what did you see in me that gave you confidence to reach out~

Are we looking for those that compliment or challenge us~ 

I guess the idea can't really be wrapped up into a neat and tidy package but it is something to think about...my fellow snowflake~

Wise Fool

A certain someone said this to me yesterday...."Some write because they have something to say; Some just because they have to say something"~

I know this is like a not really Plato quote that goes~ "Wise me speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something"

But it does make me think about my writing~ Am I Wise or a Fool?

I have always thought that I write for myself about things that cross my mind~ some silly and some serious~but always things that interest me...it is how I express the part of me that only a few get to see in real life~ so yes, damnit I have something to say~ so crown me wise as I bask in the irony of my cleverness~ but this does seem right~ Is this who I really am?

This is why I really think I am more of a fool~

Yes, there is pressure to keep writing ...even if it self-inflicted~

I do want to stay relevant and I believe that thinking that way makes me ponder..." Am I really writing for myself or for you, my reader...I can keep telling myself I do it for me~ but how long can you keep telling yourself these things.

Have I have become a slave to my own words~so maybe I am a little bit of both~ a foolish wise woman...