For pure emotional release there’s always the blog. It’s when I feel most free to open up . I know there isn’t much of anyone out there but in a funny way that kinda frees me to say whatever I want. It’s like I’m invisible now and I have no secrets to reveal. But if I do reveal them you will the first to know.
Will you analyze them? It might be interesting but it’s a little scary. I mean, what if my screen (my monitor) could record an x ray of my clothes and show me wearing dirty underwear? I know I’d be embarrassed. But then I’m getting ahead and running away with myself. I forgot I don’t need to worry about that because no one is reading it anyway.
If I were insecure my not being popular it would throw me into a major depression. I know you laugh, but it’s happened many times before and might again. So I hope my blog becomes popular because not being popular has always been a drag for me.
My car wouldn’t start this evening. And I got so mad when AAA made me wait so long. It’s not as lame as it seems. Actually, it is., It’s just one of those complaining stories you hear everybody do all the time. In triple time, with quadruple copies made four times over. You say anything to go along with what I say because anything is better than listening to what I say and I say fuck you you numb out now listen to my boring shit – I listen to your boring shit.
If I were to actually start writing, I’d have to decide on how I’d write. Would I write knowing bloggers were listening or not? And would it be Ok to write boring stuff (if I promise to read your boring stuff?). I’m starting now. If you see something after this sentence, you know I’ve started.
2 comments:
Very profound. I am listening now, bassdocta. Tell me more!
bassdocta has spoken about speaking; therefore bassdocta does not actually have to speak. But be happy when bassdocta chooses to.... if bassdocta chooses to.
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