It's about time.

Conformity. What a fickle word. For me, its connotation is typically negative, because who wants to announce that they try to be exactly like everyone else? But who even is "everyone else?" The very fact that we have the term "conformists" suggests, as there is opposition in all things, that we must have nonconformists, which defeats the purpose of the idea of "everyone else."

But that's a spiel for another post. What I meant to admit was that, after parental encouragement, personal moral conflict (I will explain) and requests from friends (you were the breaking point, Dania; once it's said on facebook, I can't go back), I am conforming to the blogging world.

The moral conflict is that I know that starting a blog means shooting my journal in the back. It might survive; my daily journal is more of a record of events and related feelings than the random thoughts and things I intend to post here. But I may become more attached to this blog, thus allowing my old friend of nearly half my life to die. But I guess I'm willing to take that risk.

Oh, the random thoughts and things I intend to post here. As you may have noticed, my (current) blog title is Calamitous Catharsis. So steel yourself for personal essays, poetry, art and philosophy that make up my visual/literal emotions.

On a side note, it's a beautiful day. I love summer.