sad isn't it?

Today on my lunch in the land of the telephone I used the excellent "next blog" function in the top right hand corner of this screen. Well, not the screen I see now, but the one you surely see when you read this. I came across a frustrated office worker who has recently and exultingly quit the job she hates, an english teacher in some spanish speaking country, and lastly, a self proclaimed "male homosexual musicoligist" trying to find his way. While reading "Greg's London Ramblings" I realized once again that we are all dreadfully and wonderfully alike. Greg was frustrated that no one was commenting on his blog. Now why would that be? To answer this question I need to look at what he is writing, and more importantly, why he is writing it. He rambles as I do about doubts, worries, joys, and whatever else may come to mind. Nothing of great importance to anyone, even the writer at times. It seems we all just want someone to listen. Sad isn't it?