Lost in oblivion

Somebody asked me why I blog, and I told her that it is a way to share my thoughts and happenings with friends. Well, this isn’t true as I have found out that my friends, with two exceptions (TWO!!) don’t read my blog. “Oh, I would love to read it, but I am just too busy.” Busy? How busy can one be, it takes 20 seconds to read the few lines I put down almost daily. But can I blame them when even my husband doesn’t bother reading my blog?

No, it isn’t for my friends, it is for myself. I do this to fight oblivion, glemsel, unohdus… Oblivion is a word that both scares and fascinates me. I already begin to forget who I was for twenty years ago. I was definitely thinner, great deal more creative and had most certainly more sex.

So the blog is my diary. In some years I can read my blog and see that something did happen in my life. Exciting things. Like a Pakistani guy coming over and buying the kids' beds. Or seeing a documentary about WW1 and getting stitches removed from my toe. Okay, nothing exciting maybe has happened in my life, at least the past 10 years. This is since I moved to Denmark; can I sue the state of Denmark for a boring life?