It Has Begun...

It's truly amazing what people do now days. Whatever happened just writing down things on paper for you and only you to read? It seems that life is no longer personal. Everybody must know everything about everyone else, yet at the same time time they want everyone else to know everything about them. Why have we put ourselves into this crazy world? What is our fascination with everyone else's lives? Why must we tell the world all of our problems? And this I tell you is why I am slightly insane. I complain about the very thing that I am doing at this moment. I complain about complaining. I too live to read about others and for others to read about me. Oh, the life I have made for myself. Soon I may be completely insane.