The crazy me

This is my maiden post. Ok, maybe not. Having set up this blog in 2004, I have all but posted 3 times. This is in fact my fourth. Not that you will ever read about the previous three posts because it has been in cyber junkyard. The reason why I have decided to blog again is quite simple. I have loads of shit to talk about in my head because none whatsoever gets to be spoken from my lazy mouth. My only motivation is Facebook and Twitter, the two hottest goddess social networking sites on planet Earth in this century, do not allow me to fully explore such fundamental human rights. I need to type long messages and I do so in my emails to colleagues whenever I have that urge to force feed them with ramblings. I doubt they ever complete reading my emails. Simply because it may not make much sense. That is ironic. Anyways, I just want to talk about one thing that is troubling me lately. The thought of not appreciated by the world. Yeah, I mean the world. You see, I have been wondering what the hell is wrong with me. First, I develop this inferior complex and keep being suspicious of others good intent. Lately, I am interpreting others thoughts from their gestures and speech. Isn't that crazy?