Kinda Uncanny

"Just thinking why I'm thinking." quoted from JM's blog

When I was walking home from the MRT station today, I was thinking of similar stuff.
Was wondering why I started to blog abit more regularly. Was wondering whether this exercise of blogging prompted me to think more. Uncanny.
I don't remember "reflecting" and thinking about issues and things in more concrete terms.
I don't remember trying to pin down fleeting doubts and mind-boggling matters.
Whatever bothered me will dissipate after a day or two.
I made no attempts to define nor understand what/how i felt.

Now is that good or bad?
I remember my advice to people would usually be "Try not to think too much... yadda yadda"
Cos previously I found it extremely useful and comfortable to disregard problems (minor) And usually, dwelling on something only serves to make life tortuous.
So why think... too much?
So is blogging causing me to think too much?
Is blogging a deliberate action to gather and harness the worrying stuff?

BUT. Somehow, blogging has become addictive.
It has become quite enjoyable to attempt to decipher certain thoughts and scurry for appropriate vocabulary to define that particular feeling.
AND. It is as intriguing to read friends' blogs and can update myself on what is happening in their lives. Remembered this was why QY encouraged me to blog.

Digressed.

So am I thinking so that I can fill this space?
Or am I writing so that I can stop and smell the roses? Or trash.