Improvisation is a Way of Life
July 21, 2008
So here we are.
Blogs and I do not get along. Perhaps it’s my small attention span? Perhaps my constant anxiety at showing people bits and pieces of my life? Nervousness, reluctancy, procrastination…I just don’t feel like it, sometimes. Usually I’m curled up on my pillows with my cat and crying, leaving me unable to get up and try to express myself. Yes, I’m emotional. Yes, I truly feel I don’t have anywhere to go in life. A teenager thing? I hope to the god I don’t believe in that it is, because if my hunches are anything near the truth I’m doomed to a shabby apartment that leaks making a living off serving coffee behind the counter of a local coffee house.
But this is so not about that! I am a horrible people person, I cannot interact with others and NO. Do not ever say I’m wrong about that, because I really think I would know more about myself than you ever would. Most people are idiots anyway who like Hannah Montana and the popular pop stars and fall under so many sterotypical bandwagons, so I don’t even want to interact.
I have broken so many relationships, just out of pure cowardice. And I have one really remaining one friend. Let me tell you, she is the most wonderful person I have ever met. If not for our obvious differences and the complications, I swear we could be twins. Mentally. Except I’m more boring than she. however, she claims I’m funny…
Anyway. This is just a warning not to expect anything other than rants and randomness/silliness from me or this oddly titled blog. This is where you’ll read my schematic optimism. But for now-!
I shall bid you adieu and attempt to write for a plotless story that is circling the kitchen sink drain.
