Ok. I am being forced into the world of blogging by my sweet and loving family. I don't blog, never have and I don't even really get the draw to it all. I also don't "tweet " for the same reason. I don't think the world wants to know that I am eating a buffalo chicken sub. I really consider it that I am saving you from an over dose of mediocrity. No offense to the previous bloggers that blazed the way but, I have always viewed it as um a kinda flashy "look at me"tactic. I have issues with anyone that looks at me. Suddenly I feel exposed.
Glimpse in my mind: Oh no.. now they are all looking at me. Do they think that I think I am the shit? Do they see that I have a crooked smile? Shit, is something in my teeth? Wait, am I staring at her boobs...oh God I hope no one noticed. Are they still looking at me? Fuck, is my skirt stuck in my panties? Do they notice I'm nervous? Did he just laugh at me or was it with me? Did I even say anything funny? Have I stood here long enough to not be labeled a weird-o and can now hide behind the curtains?
This is the sad but true reality that is in my mind for being watched. But, I have a voice and a pretty unusual opinion on things. I haven't always been understood. But today, I will begin to write down some of my crazy thoughts. Im gonna throw it against the wall and see if it sticks. If it does.. then its ready.
Cherry Blossoms
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