So, I have begun.

Why on Earth do I begin so? I am neither arrogant nor neurotic enough to fit the stereotypes of a typical blogger. However, I am whimsical (as shall become evident) and I am self-obsessed; not in a narcissistic fashion (though one without an understanding of my personality might suppose me so) but in a sense of constant thought regarding the notion of the self, my own thought processes (which most see as somewhat unconventional to say the least) and the workings of the personalities of others and how they relate to each other. Simply put, I analyse people, often overmuch and including myself. I am led to suppose it must stem from a burning desire to conceptualise the objective truths of why an individual does this or that, and formulates their life this or that way; a constant, sometimes startling and often obsessive fascination in the way people tick. It's one of those things which give me a true compulsion to fully know the subject in hand, to spot every connection and join every dot, though I know them to be infinite.
Not that I normally show this to people. People do not like to feel under scrutiny (which, incidentally, they never are- it is a social, non-clinical and automatic process I perform and cannot control). There is no malice or ulterior motive in it, either - it is merely the personal manifestation of an aspect of my odd intuitive mind's workings.
I have gone off on a characteristic tangent. I believe I was attempting to express my severe interest in my own mind through presenting the usage of that unconscious method upon others. I must sound terribly creepy, or possibly insane (and having this particular outlet is making me incredibly self-conscious - I am open, but with a sense of privacy, and that sentence fragment made sense in my head). The end of expressing that interest was related to... I'm veering all over the shop (which, tangentially, is exemplary of my tangentiality)...
Yes, in that last paragraph I went from attempting to explain myself to playing with you, mostly to engender an inevitable reaction from you. I wish I could see the look on your confounded face. I do that on occasion - it makes an attempt at empiricism much more entertaining (and boredom is my bane - hence my preoccupation with whatever I find interesting and my swift abandonment of anything I find tedious). Pretentious? Perhaps, but I couldn't possibly care less about that.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that this blog is a means of communicating my inner workings to a world not restricted to my own cranium. I shall strive to externalise my internalisations. Make no mistake, insights will be scattered and possibly incomprehensible (concepts for me draw so many connotations that humanity has devised no words for), but perhaps with time some conception of how I work may come out. If that's what happens, I shall be most pleased. If not, at least I was endeavouring to make a half-decent use of my time and giving my mind a focal point for a while.
I would expatiate on the scattered nature of my thought process, but I fear for one post to go any deeper initially would be a step too far, lest I want nobody to read this at all.