historical society (or is that hysterical?)

blogs are mini-histories of a lifetime if written in consistently and i'm about as consistent as i've ever been these past two decades since moving my hand written journals online so if we ever want to know something about the details of this life on any given day or especially any major events, all we need to do is look it up... that we being hopeful since i am the only one around here lately (except for a few very dear people who don't communicate much but you are appreciated and hopefully you know that)... the hopefulness of the we is that someone in the physical space daily life who wants to really get to know me comes along and takes advantage of the many thousands of entries across the years of blogs, diaries, and journals and decide i am their bff and they want to know everything and share everything and life in the physical spaces and maybe even more, but that's another story filled with hope and lament that you can find threaded ubiquitously throughout the blogs, diaries, and journals and most everything i do even if in recent years it is quite buried by scars and fears and subconscious and this entry has wandered quite off course, but that's the way of the babbler and it works for me even if nobody follows or cares ever again, so how are you?...

does everything always have to be so dramatic?...

maybe sometimes the answer is yes :)