I was reading a new blog last night in which the author described her obsession with cataloging data. From lists of her YA books as a child, to sirens she heard while in her dorm room for one whole semester, and to this day it has grown into a profession (not the siren logging). I wonder if it's a way to make sense of seemingly random iformation.. To see if there is a pattern. Like instead of being scared when you hear a siren, if you focus on what time a day, what type of siren etc. You lose fact of the siren going to help somebody in need. That it is essentially a distress call. Some people don't give a second thought to a siren,as if it is an everyday noise like the ticking of a clock, they don't worry about where it's going or why it's going. Some people might say there are alot of sirens on the street and shrug. Other people don't even notice a siren went by at all.

I don't know why I keep thinking about this, maybe since I know the person, why didn't I know this about them? How much more do I not know? Do I need to know? Do I want to know? Then I wonder how much of me is still a secret or even just unknown. I could blog everyday for a year, but you would only know know what I choose to tell you. I can slant it, I can embellish, I can downright lie. You wouldn't know. Or would you?