I started this blog forever ago, under a different name, for a completely different reason. Then I deleted the shit out of that blog, getting rid of all the posts and all that I had said. I was honestly embarrassed of my words, of my actions, and didn't want to glorify anything strange about me.
But, honestly, I wanted to start again, to say things that matter to me. I had a friend who kept on showing his blog on Facebook and I was kind of jealous because it seemed like a fun idea and I wondered, "Why the hell did I stop?"
Because I was a freaking disaster when I wrote it, that's why.
That's besides the point, though. I've started again now and I want to see where it takes me. Maybe I'll talk about writing, maybe I'll talk about the environment, maybe I'll talk about personal things occasionally. Who knows. We shall certainly have to see.
Maybe one day my kids can read this and figure out what their mom was like as a teen and laugh at my tomfoolery and other hi-jinks. Or simply laugh because in twenty years a blog may sound as dumb as a diary sounds to me right about now.
Crazy how technology advances.
This is a lot shorter than I had intended. I had intended some sort of beginning monologue worthy of a Frasier Crane type character, but instead, this is what we have. Just a little itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, polka dot synopsis of me.
I'm a dreamer, I'm a lover, I'm whoever I want to be.
That's the great thing about childhood. You can be anything.
Since I lost my innocence years ago, maybe now I'm a dreamer just to try to recapture those lost years. Who knows? I certainly don't. Nobody really is certain about anything, truly, if you think about it, because the world can do whatever and could change on a dime so nothing is certain. Is anything even real? Are we actually living or is this all an allusion?
Ok, I'm getting into Matrix shit. Time to shut off the blog.
Have a fantastic day. :)
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