I can't BELIEVE I'm doing this

I never thought that of all people, I would be blogging. I used to scoff at bloggers and all of those other people who thought they HAD to be connected 24/7, and just HAD to tell absolutely everyone every minuscule detail about things they did that nobody even cared about to start with. I used to hate when people would ask me if I Facebooked, or Twittered. NO, NO, NO! If I wanted you to know every little detail about my life, I would have had you there when it happened to start with, or would have voluntarily given the information. So take your Twitter and, well, you know what to do with it.
But alas, things have changed. Not to make it sound like this is something that I'm only grudgingly doing, which I'm not. I, for lack of a better way to describe it, have had an epiphany. I'm not at all, as a man, ashamed to say that I went to see Julie and Julia with my wife, (and loved every second of it!), and it was there that the realization struck me. Blogging isn't necessarily the ulitmate refuge for the hopelessly narcisstistic, or pathetically self absorbed like I thought it was. (Which was a lesson I started learning when I started following some of my Wife's and in-law's blogs) In this forum one can simply express themselves as much or little as they want. Idea's can be shared for anybody, or even nobody, to read.
So, here I am, . . . a blogger. What Has this world come to?