Last time I checked, 99 > 1.
The sporadic rantings of a resident of Earth in the first part of the 21st Century. WARNING: The following content may contain heavy subject matter and adult language. It may also contain insight, humor, and good spirits. Reader discretion is advised.
Do you remember where you were when the world changed?
Or do you even realize it did?
On the subject of Me
Today's topic: Who am I?
Tags:
explanation,
frustration,
transition
Breaking Down the Millstone
*Standing astride a pile of rubble, sledgehammer over her shoulder*
Tags:
catharsis,
clarity,
deconstruction,
donation
Hitting my head on the marble walls of Congress
Ugh.
Tags:
economy,
plea for sanity,
politics,
rant
Before we get started...
Greetings and felicitations! If you are here, then either I or someone who reads this has referred you here. Welcome!
So the idea of this page is to be an outlet for all the thoughts that persist in my head. I realize that I need an outlet for all of it that can get feedback; if for no other reason, just to show me I'm not entirely nuts. Part of the deal with you becoming a reader is the power/responsibility of feedback. This is a valued thing to me; all that I ask is that if you must give criticism, do so constructively. I do reserve the right to remove comments and/or readers that abuse feedback by doing so in a deliberately hurtful way. If you have words for me that seem too private, please send them to me aptly.
My hope is that by sharing what I think/feel and getting responses to it, I can gain a greater understanding of self. It's been a weird and sometimes terrifying life up to this point; I'd like to make some sense of it all as I move forward in life, maybe learn how not to make the same mistakes again.
"If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!"
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!"
-An Invitation - Shel Silverstein "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
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