I don't believe in blogging...

... well, unfortunately it's true. I cannot understand the need of exposing one's life in public. And I cannot see why some stranger should be interested in my private opinions and vice versa. But as it seems that I have no choice, I'll do my best to make this blog interesting. Yet, please, consider that I've written 'interesting', that means not: nice, flattering, conformistic, objective, playing to the gallery, etc. Actually, I'm afraid it might be a complete opposition.

Although I have the Facebook I didn't want it to be my project as it serves me rather as a communicator than a 'diary'. And I'm afraid that if my friends from clinical psychology see me starting writing on the table anything appart from stuff like this: 'my party beggins at 20.00, please, call me' or 'I got "Columbia" result in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show character quiz", can you believe?!', they'll order me an instant therapy.

Maybe I should explain why I don't believe in blogging and any forms of 'second life'. Well, one doesn't need to be a psychologist to be to be aware of the fact, that if we spend most of our life, as far as its social and other aspects are concerned, on the Internet, then we'll loose more than we'll gain. The Internet is a useful device but why, for god's sake, we should do everything on net?

Reading? Very well, but you can't touch the paper, smell it and hear its rustling. Watching films? But where is the atmosphere of the real cinema? Similar arguments I can find for shopping, having conversation, etc. Fortunately, it's not an essay on "Internet: pros and cons" so I'll skip them, they're obvious for a thinking man. On the Internet we get instant and soulless version of everything. I'm really sorry that I don't value the power of the Internet enough, but I just don't buy living in a virtual world. I prefer the real one. I prefer less but better. I prefer real imperfections to the artificial ideals. I know this may sound like cheap rhetoric, but I always get a bit emotional while defencing my vision of life, even if it's more suitable for a dinosaur than a young girl in her twenties. Howgh.

P.S. This post is probably longer than anyone can possibly stand. I am truly sorry.