An example of the writing I posted on THAT xanga.

Yesterday, I was at the grocery store and found myself trying to guess what type of person was ahead of me based on what he was buying. Water flavored with lime. Cookies. A whole loaf of bread. Ice cream. Was he living alone? Was he having a get-together? Was he indulging himself for good work? Then I thought of the things I was buying. Yogurt. Organic fat-free milk. Flavored sparkling storebrand water. Evaporated milk. What did it say about me? Does it say anything about who I am?

There are shows like Room Raiders and Date My Mom. Idiotic and dumb at its core. Yet, it brings up one major point. The things that people do, the way people keep their surroundings, their relationships often define who they are.

Some may have figured out that I started on this Xanga adventure about a month ago now. Every single thing I have posted is original, yet I haven\’t written in the present. I am getting tired of my self-imposed anonymity, which seemed fun at the beginning…but it\’s not who I am. When I used to keep a more personal journal online, I found people judging me based on what I wrote, despite the fact that those emotions and thoughts are fleeting.

Yet, it is the essence of who we are. We need to separate things into categories to make it easier for us. It\’s too difficult to spend time to analyzing each new thing that appears in our lives thoroughly.