Much too much information (aka, it's well past my bedtime)

I wrote this.. disturbing.. set of two-sentence horror stories on one of my other blogs back in August. I figured I'd recycle the post here*, even though I cringe at absolutely anything I write mere seconds after putting it down (retrospective maturity). 

This blog's prime fodder for that, it has posts from back in college! I archived the posts for any private embarrassment I may want to put myself through, and then hid most of the oldest ones from the blog. They're from a whole lifetime ago. I was, literally, a different person. 

Going even further back, I'm torn between gratitude and regret over the fact that my brother read a page of my diary when I was in school (the horror of him discovering whom I had a crush on!) and so I insisted on binning all 3 volumes straight away. So dramatic. I'd been writing my first ever novella at the back of the diary! It was about these teen twins, Julie and.. someone (Sweet Valley alert!). And the summer they fell for Sam and... Tom?... while working at the pool. Anyway, Julie got pregnant. It ended with a proposal in the labour ward. 

Swiftly changing the subject... I've far too many blogs. There are 3 which stand out. This one, which is private, which means no family members see it, and it's not discoverable on search engines. Then there's one which is anonymous, but public and searchable. And there's one which is public, searchable, and has my real name on it. 

I like the last one the least. I always sound like a sixties weather girl on that one, overly bright with no opinion on anything. Awks. 

It's fairly clear from how often I post on this one, but I like it the best. I like not having to censor my opinions, knowing that my unnecessarily tech-savvy relatives won't stumble upon it. I'm such an Indian ponnu, it's not funny. 

As for the anon one, that's where I'm doing the non-personal writing stuff for now. It's the reason I'm awake at 12:40am (horrors) scribbling ideas in my notebook. I don't think I'll actually transcribe onto the blog tonight, so this is in lieu of that. I'll share the link at some point, I'm sure. For now, I kind of like the idea of writing like no one I know is watching :)

*Maybe I should've just posted the two-sentence piece from the other blog without the introductory context-setting? I'll remember that for next time.

Also, apropos of nothing, because clearly that's the theme with this blog (and the primary reason why I can never make any AdSense money off it): has anyone else read Mad About the Boy? Bridget Jones without Darcy is like Pride & Prejudice without Darcy. Really, what's the point? But the observations on Twitter, reluctant chuckle, were most astute.