This domain turned two on Monday. I almost forgot it, as I renewed it on time; unlike last year when I had no income, when my mother refused to lend me money and when Anca saved the day, which I thank her for.
It's been two years of odd, odd and nothing but odd. I deleted everything...let's see...four times. The first time was when I was almost completely sure that I offended someone because I dared to link to what they wrote, the entry pinged their entry and they likely got an email with my name in the title and thought that I was out there to rape them (yeah, right). The second time, I was just feeling stupid. The third time, I was concerned that I have a website online. The fourth time, I wanted to start da capo and make it a normal, well-updated blog. I gave it yet another go, on the 8th anniversary of my first-ever blog entry...and it worked. Here I am, ten months later, still writing. And I have not deleted anything.
I still, however, wonder where the deletion habit and self-consciousness came from. I was never writing anything nasty or debatable, yet I had a problem with what I was writing, how it was written. Prior to October/November 2008, I had never deleted anything in any of my blogs, actually. I spent nice 8 years writing online and never had such problems - I would of course delete paragraphs that people would complain about, but that was it. And then, I had an entire year of mad deletions. I thought it was a disease, but it's now gone. Why?
I guess I'll never know. Perhaps I should stop asking myself why it was so.