While perusing my email of good old friends of new again, I decided I might pop into some of my favorite former “hangouts.” Some were the same old bullshit, promote, promote, promote, while others caught my attention. Old friends of new struggling in life, finding our way. I love those posts.
You know the ones with all he feeling, emotion, the honesty, the truth. No fluff, no smoke up the ass, no cock stroking, no mirrors. I love those posts. I love reading how real people live a real life not because they were “offered” the life, but because those are the cards they are dealt.
My life is much like that, real, raw, offensive, no smoke and mirrors, no sugar coating, no bullshit. I realized that is why I started my blog to begin with. My friend. My confidante in times where I really needed to say what so many want to say, need to say, SHOULD say.
In fact, I heard a rumor that I stopped blogging because of what I had to say.
GET the hell out? Really? I stopped blogging because I was afraid of backlash? Hardly.
Moreover, I have SO MUCH to say but have felt that my maturity and the fact that some things are better left unsaid in life speak greater volumes. Work and my family also seem to consume the majority of my time. Honestly, trying to blog when you have a job that requires a FBI background check just doesn’t jive and when I get home from work all I want to do is have cuddle time and hugs with my kids and The Chad. Why go blog when time is better spent with them.
While I blog right now, I am embracing my old friend, hugging him or her in my free moment to embrace the opportunity to just blather. I find blogging freeing again; not a job, not something I have to do in order to have killer stats or because I have an audience. In fact I am pretty sure my blog was never my job (never wanted it that way either), my stats were never very spectacular anyway and I’m totally kosher on that, and I never wrote for anyone other than myself. Maybe that’s selfish, but I would rather have someone stumble upon my writings and saying “Hey…I totally understand that!” I would rather connect and be that little gem.
My blog is my little gem of writing, even if just to blather on about random bullshit, nothingness, and the fact that life is not all fun and games and comedy and roses. But it can be mundane, ordinary, extraordinary, and fucking totally lame. That’s my kind of life.