“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be? – it is the same the angels breathe. ~Mark Twain, “Roughing It”
Ahhhh “The toilet”. My number 1 place to meditate. Its a bubble of solitude where I can say what I want without hearing any interference. It was while I was on the toilet today that I created this blog. It’s sunday, I have 2 essays and a test due tomorrow. I could be studying, washing that shit in the hamper, or doing jumping jacks, BUT no…I’m going to blog. What is blogging? Do I just say what ever I think..or do can I just drop a thought mid sentence? I have no idea where..
I wanted to make this blog because I couldn’t find a representation of the “me’s” of the world. I am pretty unique (Not in an obnoxious “I’m me/I’m different” way, but in a “I’d like to be able to relate to more people” way) despite all of the things that make me pretty average. I am an awkwardly awesome combination of things and I did not find anything that quite represents all that makes me who I am. Unless you know another:
Actually there may be more out there than I think.
wait! there’s more! A whole lot more, but that’s for later (;
I didn’t want to follow something that has some “black struggle” thing going on, or a “thick girls who love their bodies” thing because I don’t really Identify entirely with any of those.
Basically this blog is me figuring my life out. I’m graduating in May from a small liberal arts college that no one in the world has heard of with a degree in English. One of my friends (I’ll call her Nancy) told her professor that she’d decided on a Major in English and he said “Do you want fries with that?”
That’s where I am right now. So..yeah. This is me searching for whatever I’m supposed to do and to find a solid definition of myself..
I’m afraid because I don’t know what’s ahead for me, but I’m also mega-excited for the same reason. Sooooo… why don’t you join me? Or not…whatever. I have thick skin. LIES. I am way too sensitive.