Life is strange. Love is strange. Everything is strange.
I just wanted the first thing I blogged to start with something that makes you think, “Yeah! That is so real!” Ha! Honestly I want you to never stop thinking that. All I am trying to write here is real. So real even. Maybe it’s not real for everyone everywhere every time, but it will be real for me at some point and some time.
I have needed a place to vent. SOMEONE to talk to. Sometimes people are just too busy. Sometimes I just don’t know who to reach out to. I have friends and I have family. As much as that is true, I just wish I had one person that I always ran to. Anyway, more about that in future blogs. The point of this one is that this will be my out. This will be my release. I will write completely random thoughts and feelings that I myself go through.
Now, I am no genius by any stretch of the imagination. I am merely one human in the world that is going through experiences. I have thoughts and feelings. Some I voice, but for the most part I keep my mouth shut. Why? For one people are so touchy these days, and for another who wants to feel stupid? Don’t take what I say too seriously. I know I don’t. I may not be a genius but I wrote these sentences and I know I am not an idiot.
We are all different. We have different opinions and views. THAT’S OKAY! That is the good news. The bad? No matter how true it is, there is always going to be some jackass who has to be the crude rude dude. THAT’S OKAY too. I will try not to get upset, but I am human and words can hurt.
I imagine that family (mom and dad, maybe a cousin or two) will be my readers. Maybe I won’t have any readers. That’s okay too… maybe the title of this should be “that’s okay.” Seems to be coming up a lot. Naw! I like strange as a title. It’s fitting. I can promise that these will get better and I will do better. This is just my first and I had so many ideas about how to write it that I am ending up with a mess. Future blogs will be thought out and one topic at a time. The mess is just a further indication that I need to get this mess out of me and into this.
Oh! I swear. I am not saying that because I am some kind of proud 12 year old. I am letting you know about my colorful vocabulary. It comes out most when I am super passionate about something. Just thought I would make you aware as I intend to write about the thoughts experiences I am most passionate about.
Some posts will be long. Some will be short. Some will be sane. Some will be strange…