I don’t know, I find it really surreal that anyone, literally anyone would ever want to read something I wrote. I used to write in little notebooks and keep it all for myself in bedside drawers and cupboards and locked inside my brain and heart and occasionally I might show my dad or something and he’d say oh yeah, that’s good son, in the same way he might say oh yeah, keep doing your homework son. I’d never show a friend because they might see all the things going on inside my brain and body and think whoah, ok let’s keep him away from matches or The Eiffel Tower or whatever. In essence, what I am saying is, you all get to see more of me than almost anyone else does and when I started blogging it was pictures of cats on skateboards as I recall and man getting hit in groin with football, then I found a few other people writing and it was a holy shit moment - these people have words inside them too and they write them down for anyone to see, anyone and I think that’s really…well, brave actually, to share a part of yourself and fuck the haters and the people that never understood or doubted you or even just never thought you had it in you. So kudos to you, the person reading this right now and if you’ve ever commented on something I’ve written, hearted it, or messaged me, don’t think I haven’t gone to see your blog, marvelled at what’s inside you and used that knowledge to try and improve myself as a writer maybe but more importantly, as a human being.
Good morning, good afternoon and good night; I’ve been Hanlon, I’m being Hanlon and thank you for reading my writing. I’d still do it, but I couldn’t do it quite the same way without you.
