So…I feel compelled to write today’s blog. Let’s set the record straight and clear up any future misunderstandings, misconceptions or misgivings regarding what I write in my blog. This is cathartic for me, so just go with it please.
- Once I complete a blog, I post a link on my Facebook page as well as my Google + account. Anyone on either networking site, can go and see what crap I wrote for the day. I have spent quite a bit of time worrying about certain people wandering onto my page, not because I’m writing about them, but because I worry about their comfort level. I can’t worry about that anymore. Search, surf, seek and finally, read at your own risk! I can’t hand hold.
- I have no time for explanations of what I was thinking or to hand out apologies for what I spew. This is nothing new for me and I am sorry if you are shocked or bewildered. Anyone who knows me….really knows me and has for a long time, is not shaken by anything that comes out of my mouth. I’ve always been this way. It’s how my mind works. Blame it on genetics and being a product of my environment. As Popeye might say, “I yam who I yam.”
- As for those individuals who seem a bit out of sorts, because I suspect they think I am writing about them; get over yourself. It’s a big world out there. I may not have lived the most exciting life, but I’ve been around. I have a story to tell, like everyone else. I have a family that suffocates me with potential material to blog about. I’ve met a lot of people in my lifetime, been a lot of places and seen a lot of things. People have also shared their crazy stories with me. Plus, my mind is like an episode of Hoarders, but with thoughts, not dolls and McDonald’s toys.Don’t be so paranoid or shallow. The world existed before you and will continue to do so when you are gone. Same goes for me. I’m not that special…at least not entirely.
- I can say with all confidence that I can sleep at night. I don’t regret what I write……not even a tiny bit. I’m not out selling crack, making racial slurs, participating in hate crimes, crucifying people for their sexual orientation, whoring myself out (for cash), abusing children (just my own), driving drunk, robbing stores, stopping by accidents so I can witness the carnage or making people eat new recipes I create (murder in the 1st degree). There are truly worse things out there than my blog. If you like it, keep reading and become a follower if you dare. If you don’t like it, then why are you still here?