I have been briefly battling with the idea of disbanding my blog. I have become very frustrated with listening to other people's opinions especially regarding what they think about Whitney's Houston' death and Chris Brown and Rihanna's relationship/not relationship. Truly, if they were commenting that this is what I think, it wouldn't do so bad, but who give regular people the right to judge other's lives. If it's not about you, stay out of it. The internet has created a sound board for any Tom, Dick, or Harry, to blaspheme and speak with such disrespect about someone that you aren't even close too.
That's ridiculous.
I am trying to determine if I'm using it as communication, reaching out for someone to hear me, using it because of the loss of the telephone being used to get to know people, or being used for just general conversation. Now, I feel like I just want to have face time with anyone and everyone. No not the app on iphone, real face to face conversation, with touches and laughter and all that stuff.
I'm not taking it down, but I plan to watch my words a little more carefully. There are things I never expected to come out and I always thought that I would be posting funny, witty, light-hearted commentary, but life isn't always like that I suppose.
So toast to the real me. The oddball. The one that I feel like nobody gets me. Maybe that's why I type...you, blog reader, you get me....
Sings "Bouncing on my booty shop, my booty shop." ( ABG reference lol)
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