Who Reads These Things Anyways?

My dad picked me up off i-5 when I came home yesterday, and one of the first things that he said was. "When we were at your grandmothers house yesterday we all sat around and read some of your blog, I didn't realize you didn't ever want to have kids..." And so, for the 45 minute ride home I was stuck rehashing old blogs and even older memories.
I don't have a filter when it comes to keeping secrets. Most of you already know that. I don't keep things to myself and when I do, it burns me from the inside out until I tell someone. So, the fact that I found out my dad was reading about my dating life didn't really sit too bad with me, but it did make me wonder what my readers think of what I am writing.
But in all honesty... I didn't start this blog in hopes that I would have frantic readers clicking on my link multiple times a day to see if I had uploaded new shit. I am much to normal to ever have that much attention being paid to my life. I started this blog, so that my first year of college and my crazy childhood could be rehashed with my sister. I didn't ever plan on worrying about what I write on here and I don't plan on starting now. If my Aunt or Grandma reads my blog, well, so be it. If they know that I party some weekends or kissed some boy... to be perfectly honest? If they hadn't figured that I was doing that already, it was about time someone let them in on my secret.
I like writing a blog because it calms me. It makes me feel like someone is listening and it is a fun way to remind myself to take some time FOR myself. If you feel like my blogs have become less funny over time, or more or less personal overtime I am sorry, but I write what I feel.
But, to be honest, I miss my deep blog posts and funny laugh out loud posts so I am going to try a little harder to get some more of those on here.