For the longest time, I couldn't understand what's with the big hoo-haa about blogging. Why is it that if you stop anyone along the street, ask if they have a blog and chances are, they do? There's a part of me that wants to follow suit, but the self-righteous within me refused to conform. You may say, "don't want to conform then don't blog, simple." But I guess the problem is not that I don't want to but I can't find a reason for myself to. I didn't want to contradict what I preach or rather what I used to preach. i.e. non-conformity.

My conversation with D:

Me: Do you find that people nowadays do things according to what seems like the "acceptable code of behaviour", so that they'd be accepted by society?

D: Ok what. Sometimes these people conform without realising it themselves. If you ask them, they'd retort back saying that it isn't a norm. They'd tell you they enjoy it and that it is a preference. Aren't you a victim of fashion yourself? Isn't that in itself conformity?

Point taken. I've to admit that I'm defeated. I agree with what she said. In more situations than one, I've compromised and conformed so that I can better fit into society. If I can allow myself to be victim of fashion, so can anyone else be subjected to peer pressure and external influences. This in itself gave me a reason, there isn't so much to think about afterall, all I had to do was just to type my very first word and move along with the flow. Initially, I felt as though I've succumbed to what I used to term as normality. Haha. But as I go on I realised that whether or not my reason for blogging was a result or influence or not would not make much a difference. I enjoy writing and reading over what I've written, that in itself is sufficiently important. Writing can sometimes be somewhat therapeutic, ain't it? *grins*