And a new Idea on the way to Demascus?

Greetings to you - I have created this blog to use as I guess the billions of others use it for. Because my thoughts and ideas are relevant. That I have just as much right to express myself as anyone else. So big deal! I must confess I find this idea depressing and a bit dehumanising. It's kind of the way I look at the whole computer age. I'm blogging, I'm getting my opinions and prose and poetry out for whoever wants to read it and so I can feel secure that there are at least 700 million people doing the same. So much for a solitary cry in the wilderness.

OK! I am a bit grandiose, I want to be special. I want to be Norman Mailer, James Joyce, Joseph Conrad, William Burroughs all rolled in one. I want the bored insomniac sitting at his computer in the middle of the night to stumble on my blog and and say...'Wow! Now there's a thinker, there's one of the great minds of our age!' And I'll end up with an honorary degree from Harvard for writing dirty stories with big words and a townhouse on the upper east side of Manhattan. Grandiose enough?

Well why not...without an audacious imagination why would I even bother to write in the first place unless I was an editor or writing science textbooks or something like that. I have always been a dreamer, I have been a lot of things, kind of like a an adventurer but I never really went anywhere far, maybe if you consider California far, or Vermont far off. But does one have to travel far off to be an adventurer? What of the mind?
I have done a lot of stuff in my lifetime and met a lot of people too. Some really amazing, some really not amazing. Some really amazing but boring, some not so amazing but interesting. Some smart but unlikeable, some dumber than a stick and delightful company. And visa a verse with so many variations that I might just have something to write about in this blog.
It's just this nagging feeling that it's such a mass product, this blogging thing. That I am just one of the many millions who have something to say. l once heard that opinions were like assholes, everybody has one and my opinions, my ideas and stories etc are part of a mass production of human input. Like it was manufactured on some assembly line in China or something. It's like...who really gives a rats ass if I think that the Orwellian prophecy has come to pass. Just one more schmuck voicing his opinion because he's got Google and has an electronic soap box to shout from.
Know what? Screw all this self importance! I'll do it for me. I will tell all my friends and acquaintances that I am writing a blog and I'll just write it anyway. And I'll read it!
Just the same I hope that somebody reads it.
And I have a prayer; God forbid that I have opinions on every goddamn thing!