Not sure if blogging is what made me into such a creeper, or if the creepy gene has been lurking inside me all along. (I'm supposing the latter.)
Keeping to the same locale of my backyard and bedroom for photos is boring me, so I've decided to branch out to other locations. This is the basement of my community college. It is a ghost town. No classes are held on this floor. Only spiders and creepy people like me hang out here. Proof:
Also, I keep taking photos of bugs. What is up with this nonsense? I'm even creeping on the creepy crawlies!
Blogging in essence is largely based on the assumption that everyone enjoys stalking one another. We're all busy-bodies. I've never personally met any of the bloggers I follow, still I stalk them religiously. Same reason why everyone is obsessed with facebook and proclaiming their personal business to the entire world. We like attention. And we like to creep.
But I suppose it's not so bad after all. Perhaps creeping is the glue that holds our society together. If we had no interest in one another, there'd be no social support and most of us (including myself) ultimately would probably just die. And so, in the interest of all my fellow humanity, I vow to continue creeping.
Hairbow//The Quirky Poet
Jeans and Owl Ring//Charlotte Russe
Shoes//Vintage St. John's Bay