reflexive thoughts

ok, after i was encouraged to open a blog, i probably should write something in it. the reason why i had no blog earlier is that i dont know really why humankind has survived thousands of years without and now all that fuss about it. apparently im in that trap as well. but still, what is so interesting in reading about other peoples life? telling them basically when i went to loo today and how my poo looked like... isnt that very interesting...? i mean, seriously, whats the purpose of it? the answer i got was that friends and family know what is going on in my life. but dont they know anyway? and isnt it quite nice to have some kind of surprises? isnt it nicer to experience someone in reality instead of reading it online? isnt that what life is all about? to be surprised and to learn and learn. when someone tells me how someone else is behaving or the like, doesnt this take all the fun out of it? wouldnt it be nicer to see oneself? be surprised about the turns in anothers' behaviour? i just read a blog of someone who doesnt like me or just dont get along with me. it was interesting to see how he sees world and how it actually is. blogs apparently have to purpose to create and define an own world. and also to create some kind of identity. back to goffman then? back in the good ol' days people opened their diaries or so, and now, they just write a blog and everybody kann seinen senf dazu geben. how amazing is this. i just hope that someone actually reads my thoughts. otherwise i just could continue talking to my wall (where a red wine stain still is). i just got a comment that it simply might be some kind of narzism. i could also stand in front of a mirror and see how i am. but i rather have a blog and see myself through my blog. how scary is that? (i just got scared that my posting is confusing, but i guess you have to live with that). i mean it is interesting to read what others do or think but in the end i wont probably die if i dont read it. so are these blogs just another form of narzism?

mal was anderes. ich hatte heute ein schönes abendessen und dann einen schönen spaziergang am meer, bei welchem meine hand gehalten wurde. und die sonne ging unter. was will man mehr..? morgen gibt es erst squash und dann ein bier mit dem engländer. und zwischendurch was für den doktor tun bzw. schreiben. manchmal wünschte ich, ich könnte meine augen schließen und alles würde sich von selbst erledigen. aber das wird wohl bloß ein wunsch bleiben.

but all this writing about blogs is somewhat tautological, isnt it? its like that: im jealous about the first word of this sentence. im posting my thoughts about blogs and why i think they are somewhat unnecessay and all this i do in a blog. hm, how ridiculous is this? this is strange. and weird.

nah, i will stop this now. maybe i can continue this later. open for comments.