“I know that I know nothing.”
-Socrates*
I actually hate writing journals.
Revisiting them was always a pain. There was always that feeling of cringe. Why did I write like this before? Ugh. Writing was also bothersome. I just don’t know how to get the words out right. And I hate commas.
Why this, then?
Well, I have a terrible memory. I can’t remember anything in grade school or high school—I remember some factoids about my life, but that’s about it. Life feels like a stream of consciousness. Technology makes it worse. Can’t focus on anything much. Life is just a bunch of jumbled news feeds. Hence, a journal—to make sense of it all.
Who am I?
I’m a college student—and an amateur politics junkie. Not an expert. Don’t know much about anything actually.
Hope you find whatever this is, useful. Or amusing.
Thinking Aloud 