Another blog.

I find blogs awfully strange. It's a lot like a journal, but rather than simply writing your thoughts for only yourself, you write them for everyone else too. It gets some people in a lot of trouble when they forget that. I wonder then, if a journal would not suit them better? After all, if you don't want to be judged or criticized, why write on the internet where both breed like mad? Yet, at the same time, I realize why they do it. And I realize why they sometimes forget to bite their tongue.

They want to be understood. And the only way to do that is to share. They need to share their thoughts, their beliefs, their feelings. They need to do that so that they can be understood. It doesn't need to be someone they know that understands them either. Because if one understands another's feelings and thoughts, a connection is made. A connection that makes whatever the other person is feeling twice as good, or half as bad.

This connection can be made face to face of course, but in this digital age of ours, it seems to get harder and harder with each passing year. We all love our families, we all have our friends. But in the end, sometimes they just don't understand. And without that understanding a vital connection is missing. Through blogging, we put ourselves out there, fishing with our souls to catch an understanding few, and connect.

I'm not sure what to call that connection, or why we humans have this need. But we do need it, and it does exist.

I have said in the past that I do not like to rant. That focusing on the evils and injustices that the world gives you is not healthy for the soul or mind. I still hold to that.

However, I wanted to blog about my recent troubles, not to focus on them but to simply share them. By sharing, I hope to let it go, once and for all. Many of you, if you read my signature recently, know that my laptop was stolen. That was my only computer. I live with others that have computers, thank goodness. But what if I hadn't? My college has online homework, and I'm not allowed to use their computers for long stretches of time. If I hadn't lived with those people, then my grades would have suffered quite badly.

I feel like I was naive, though. When it was stolen, I kept thinking that someone had just thought it lost and would put it in the lost and found. So I waited to file a police report until I could check out the lost and found some 3 hours later. What if I had reported it sooner? Would the police have found the culprit? Who knows. I don't. But even worse than just taking my computer, they took my case, my charging cord, and my mouse. A combined value of about 130 dollars. ( I had to buy another cord because the old one broke)

But, I think the worst of it is that I kept expecting it to turn up. I went to the lost and found for a week straight after filing the police report, just in case. In the end, of course, I had to buy a new laptop for 500 dollars, and the thief got one for free, accessories included.

But the weird thing? I'm not angry. Or even sad. I'm disappointed. But I don't know who I'm disappointed with. Am I disappointed with myself? My naivete? Or am I disappointed in the thief, who I was certain was just a confused good Samaritan?

I don't know.