Random Beginning

I often wonder, and even start off writing by questioning who would care to read about my life or thoughts.  But then again, how many people write books about their lives that people read?  A vast number.  What makes someone want to read about someone else’s life?  Why doesn’t everyone write about their lives for someone else to read?  I never know where to start and feel like I have to start at the beginning and work my way to the present.  Who wants to read something out of sorts?  Does it really matter?  Do I start from the present and work my way backwards or do I just write as it comes, sort it out later, or leave it the way it comes out?  People read books about self-help or about people they’re interested in.  What’s the point of writing about my life anyway?  Catharsis?  To help someone else?  Boredom?  Because I think I have something to say or that I am special?  Does it even matter?