Definition of Blogging
Blogging....what is that? It's been so long that I barley remember how to do this. Let me see...oh right. I ramble on about how I'm doing and tell a funny story or thought provoking tale. Well, I don't feel like doing that right now.
I feel like writing about...nothing. Okay, it's most likely nothing to YOU, but it's pretty important to me.
Hey! That's a good topic.
You know when you tell people something you think is absolutely fantastical but they don't give a crap about it? And then when they tell YOU something they think is awesome, you always try to give your enthusiasm and encouragement? Yea, that's the story of my life. And that's mostly how I lose a lot of people who have become my friends over the years. It's like what I think is awesome isn't reciprocated back to me in the same way. Do I really talk about stupid stuff that much? I don't have that much to say unless it's about fashion, art, composers, certain movies, etc. To me that's a lot. But to most of you, it's not. I mean, I understand that.
It's fine if you don't feel the same excitement I feel when sharpies are on sale or the sudden realization of how beautiful the sense of smell really is. I get that not everyone can be on the same wavelength I am...or rather I can't be on that wavelength with all of you. It's just how it is.
And I think that's why I decided a while ago that I want to live alone. I don't really want to get married. I don't deserve kids. I don't think any man out there would appreciate this quirk. And I don't want to burden other people with my incessant nagging that the world needs to be noticed for it's raw beauty again.
It's...just...hopeless to bump into someone who shares the same passions as you. Unless you're like everyone else.
Well, that's it for tonight. I wanted to type about something else...but I think this needed to be put out there. It's been held in for too long
I feel like writing about...nothing. Okay, it's most likely nothing to YOU, but it's pretty important to me.
Hey! That's a good topic.
You know when you tell people something you think is absolutely fantastical but they don't give a crap about it? And then when they tell YOU something they think is awesome, you always try to give your enthusiasm and encouragement? Yea, that's the story of my life. And that's mostly how I lose a lot of people who have become my friends over the years. It's like what I think is awesome isn't reciprocated back to me in the same way. Do I really talk about stupid stuff that much? I don't have that much to say unless it's about fashion, art, composers, certain movies, etc. To me that's a lot. But to most of you, it's not. I mean, I understand that.
It's fine if you don't feel the same excitement I feel when sharpies are on sale or the sudden realization of how beautiful the sense of smell really is. I get that not everyone can be on the same wavelength I am...or rather I can't be on that wavelength with all of you. It's just how it is.
And I think that's why I decided a while ago that I want to live alone. I don't really want to get married. I don't deserve kids. I don't think any man out there would appreciate this quirk. And I don't want to burden other people with my incessant nagging that the world needs to be noticed for it's raw beauty again.
It's...just...hopeless to bump into someone who shares the same passions as you. Unless you're like everyone else.
Well, that's it for tonight. I wanted to type about something else...but I think this needed to be put out there. It's been held in for too long