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I know I said that I would update that other entry, but I changed my mind. Does anyone actually read this? Maybe I should get a blog like my best friend. (Excuse me, one of the exclusively few best friends) Now that I think about it, maybe not. I have a theory about blogs: only middle-aged people who spend 75 percent of their lives logging their EVERY BREATH on the computer have a blog. And one of my best friends. But I do feel bad for her because, well, the only person who visits her blog is herself. I don't want to feel lonely in this huge cyber world just because my 'blog has no hits'. So I'm not taking a risk. I hate taking risks...
Technically, most things I like to do aren't things that most people like to do. I guarantee you that there are more people who play normal sports than there are horseback riders of every type; reiners, jumpers, hunters, dressage riders, barrel racers, etcetera etcetera. And I feel like I live in a sterile room, and I'm a speck of dust. I'm brushed aside into a corner, but I'm not gone; I'm still around, but no one will notice until I say something. The only reason I say sterile is because the type of school I go to (private) everyone is from the same town, they're all friends, and they all like the same stuff. There are three people I know that are from my town: Me, my sister, and some other guy. It's depressing. But here I am, in this cyber world...There are hundreds of people out there that probably like the same things that I do. MILLIONS OF POTENTIAL FRIENDS I'LL NEVER GET TO MEET!
Getting to my third part of today's thoughts...I would hate to be famous. There would be so many people that would follow me, be out to get me, so many people that would be my enemy. Just like being on television. Thousands of people A DAY would see your face, hear your voice, talk about you. If you make a mistake, all those people would turn against you. Wouldn't that suck? Jesus. I would never be able to stand people watching me all the time, or staring at me. Another pet peeve of mine: staring. Just unblinking eyes bother me...