It has been over a year since I first started this blog… and yet I still have no idea what I want this blog to be. Do I want it to be a comedy blog…a serious blog…a political blog…I don’t know.
This is what goes through my mind every time I log on to write. I think of a topic, start writing, and convince myself that it doesn’t fit into what I want this blog to represent. I start thinking of who might read it. Family, friends, love interests, future bosses…and I end up just deleting everything and logging off.
I can’t keep living this way. I can’t let the internet and it’s future readers stop me from writing. (Yes I realize that I don’t need to post it on the internet, but I love the fact that I can show my evolution of thinking and writing and my beliefs. I love the way that posting it to the internet has a somewhat permanent effect. Once it is seen and read, it can never be unseen. The way I see it is writing in a journal for only my eyes to see is like dreaming of getting a tattoo, while posting it on the internet is like getting the tattoo for real for everyone to see. Whatever. I don’t care what you think.)
Here’s the way I see it. You can read what I write if you want…or you can exit out and head on over to another website. I really couldn’t care less... I mean I would prefer to you to read it, but only if you want to read it. Ya know?
I need to start writing for me. I need to start doing for me. I need to start living for me.
This is the thing, I have lived my entire life tip toeing around people and their feelings. I have turned opportunities down and said no to experiences, because I know that somebody else doesn’t want me to do it.
(*DJ Khaled’s snapchat opens* THEY DON’T WANT US TO EAT BREAKFAST. SO WHAT WE GONNA DO? WE GONNA EAT BREAKFAST. LIOOOOOOOON!)
So, whatever, fuck it. I’m gonna start writing here more. I’m gonna write about whatever the hell I want to write about.
This is my website. I’m the boss here.