Blog Therapy

Blogging to me is a freeing experience.
It's a way to spill all those repressed thoughts in my head dying to come out.
It's a way to vent.

I do not write with intentions to touch or inspire.
I do not write because I somehow believe I'm full of a wisdom I need to share.
I write because it's what I've been doing since I was about 10 years old.
Writing furiously in journals about my thoughts, my dreams, and just life in general.
I wrote stories, I wrote experiences, I just wrote about everything I could.

And then there were periods in which I didn't.
Writer's block, dry spells... whatever you want to refer to them as.

My point is that I'm not trying to make money off of this little gig.
I am not trying to compete with anyone.
I am not trying to really do anything but release.

When I read other blogs at times and see how narcissistic some people are about their lack of common sense and intelligence, I can't help but raise an eyebrow (Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson style).
Why do some people in this world swear that they have something to offer when the reality of their lives is a train wreck?  Instead of fixing what's really wrong with them, they're dilly dallying around talking about how they are something they really aren't.

I'm not saying you can't learn from the experiences of others.
But when those others are frauds... well... that's another thing entirely.
Imagine reading about someone who is on a journey to find themselves, and internally knowing what a hot mess they truly are... and knowing they're not finding anything but more trouble and continuously ignoring what should be their top priorities.

So rather than sit here and tell you that I hope you can learn from my experiences, it's enough to me that I can illicit a good laugh in you if you so happen to relate to one of my nutty thoughts.

I am thankful to those who praise my so called "talent" (what a laugh) and also flattered.  But trust me when I say, I know nothing about life, finding myself nor do I have any wisdom.  I don't.  I am still very much a work in progress and will always be! It is the nature of who I am.  And I have no problem admitting it.

What I do know is based on my own experiences and observations about my very own existence up until this 33rd year, 2 month adventure.
And that is all.


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