Much Needed Explanation

Okay, so there appear to still be some people that aren’t completely aware of why I have decided to write this blog. Am I trying to become famous? No… Do I think that my life is so darn interesting that people will be just dying to hear about it? No way… Am I trying to hurt old friends? Absolutely not! I mentioned how that, when I was waiting for the train over in Amsterdam at Centraal Station, I’ve recently been going through a lot of experiences where I absolutely believed that I had read about the same experience before. I can never seem to remember where or when I read this, but it always feels the same – this experience was definitely not unique to me. I then decided that this may have been my subconscious telling me that I needed to write about these experiences. Yes, I realize that I had just eaten a gram of Mexicana shrooms and that very well may have had an impact on my decision making process; however, once I decide to do something, I usually do it.

So I got a little carried away when I decided to write a little about myself in an effort to give you, the reader, some insight into exactly who I was. I was hoping to maybe put the stories that I was writing into a better perspective for the reader. I got a little more detailed than I was expecting (that’s just the way my mind works) and inadvertently opened up a few can of worms that I should have let lie. I’m sorry. It was not my intention to cause any of my readers grief. Heck, that would do no more than lower the number of readers that are actually reading my stories – and why would I want to waste my time typing these stories up if nobody’s going to even read them?

Having said that, I need to clarify one more point. I mentioned this in my comment to the comment I received on my last posting but want to mention it again just so that all are aware. I take much pride in my unabashed honesty. I am, good or bad, honest to a fault. (Is that a cliché? If not, it should be…) Should I “change the names to protect the innocent?” Perhaps … although I refuse to. My feelings on this matter are that changing the names changes the story – or at least the honesty of the story. I have not used anybody’s last name in these accounts and that I have done on purpose (well except, of course, for Mr. Barry … but I don’t think he’ll mind…). Nobody can be exclusively identified… It just wouldn’t feel right if I were to mention people that have had an influence in my life by other names. For me, at least, the validity of the story would be gone…

I’m actually wondering what others may think about this. If you have an opinion that you think I should be aware of, please leave a comment. I will say this, however – anonymous comments are not going to pull a lot of weight.

I apologize to anybody that came here hoping to read something interesting. It’s just that I have actually gotten into a bit of trouble over this blog already and am hoping to avoid any more issues in the future. Not to worry, though. I should get back to writing stories that I feel are interesting again soon. I’m actually taking four trips in the next five weeks to Amsterdam, Athens, Paris and a return trip to Amsterdam again. The stories could be interesting (and I promise to include more pictures…).

bis später,

Coriolis