Sometimes ask that to self too.
Fame? Definitely not. It’s always at the back of mind that deep inside, secretly want to be famous! loved! adored! by the masses. But honestly, know that deep inside too, that being in the spotlight or centre of attention never really appealed; it’s just an occasional fantasy, it’s just that. Call it inferiority complex, insecurity, low self-esteem, pai seh. Am that sort of person who stands at the perimeter of a group snapshot. Or go out with friends in small nucleus groups. Or shop alone than go out with a bunch of barely known classmates. Nope, do not wish to be famous like some bloggers, but wouldn’t mind readers.
Venting outlet? Not really, either, except for the occasional, superficial rant. Have all these emotions churning inside but years and years of honed repression have rendered self unable to express innermost rage and despair. So no, blogging is no punching bag.
Conformity? To a certain extent. Read all these people’s blogs with lovely designs and funny anecdotes, want to do that too. Would like to entertain what readers this blog may have the way other blogs have entertained self. But it’s just wishful thinking that this blog have readers. See, haven’t exactly told anybody about self having a blog. Blog stats usually show this blog has 1 view per day. That’s self checking the blog after logging out for typos.
Syok sendiri? Mostly.