I think the biggest challenge you will ever face in life is sorting your own head out. Sometimes you meet happy and well adjusted people. I’m not one to judge others, so I will give them the benefit of the doubt and say they are genuine or at the very least good at faking it and/or sorting their own issues out. I for one am lousy at this dark art. I tend to suppress problems until they become issues. A little problem that could be cut down with a butter knife usually grows roots and becomes a giant oak. Then you’re lucky if you can chop the thing down and even luckier if it doesn’t crush you when it falls.


I don’t mean to be cryptic, but I speak in generalities for many a good reason. I haven’t been revealing much on the blog nor have I confided much in other people, because I’m trying to sort my life out. I suppose my own inclination to shoot myself in the foot (figuratively of course) will ultimately result in some confession blog like the days of old. I’m just no longer doing the passive aggressive thing and expressing things on the blog hoping the people I should actually talk to stumble upon it.

I really wish this thing talked back. It knows everything and nothing about me and my inner workings.