Or something like that has afflicted me.
That urge to blog, to jot down things seems to have disappeared completely. I feel secretive and all I feel like is holding things close to myself. Why? I have no idea. I remember joking some time back, a couple of years back, actually, that I would hate to go back to work, if I couldn’t blog. But here I am, eating my own words. I don’t seem to miss blogging at all. As in, writing on my own blog.
I do read you guys, when I get a chance. But more often than not, commenting isn’t an option. Not when your reading time is while brushing your teeth or while gulping down breakfast. So I leave no footprints anywhere, a silent reader is what I’ve become.
And it seems perfect to me. Comfortable in reading and not writing, not putting my thoughts to paper…
What really has me puzzled is that I still seem to be able to do book reviews. Is it because book reviews reveal less of me? I don’t know.
To be honest, it’s not just blogs, it’s also Facebook. I just don’t feel like reading or posting. Can’t help wonder if I’m turning into a recluse. Any of you been through phases like this?