For a while my consideration in deciding to stop blogging was always driven by what I didn’t want other people thinking. But as of right now I just don’t think it’s worth any point.
I think I’m about to start a journal on my laptop and compile that shit in to something one day. I may not have much now—and it may not be much to anyone later, but I was talking to Miles and Somala last night and they said something interesting to me. Long story short, Somala has been spazzin’ about this book Slaughter House 5 that I have to read and that this author took everything that he had accumulated about life to that point and manifested it into a book. And Miles said that he wants to write a fiction novel or something one day and put his life in to that, and leave it for the world when he’s gone.
Even though I’m 100% sure it won’t go on to mean anything to many people at all one day, maybe potentially it’ll mean something someone who stumbles upon it in the future who finds themselves in a place that I had been.
But anyway… I’m going to start a journal. And when I’m older and my world isn’t high-school, maybe me sharing can be appreciated by some demographic.
Final rant, last rant:
My last long post was about self-centeredness. This isn’t a rant, but it pisses me off that people think other people’s actions are centered around themselves. Even to the furthest extent of saying when someone’s insulting you that they’re doing it to get under your skin. I’m not explaining this too well, but I just want to reach a place when I can say that I don’t take anything personally. That I don’t take one thing anyone ever says to me personally. It’s not about me. They’re not about me. It’s not about me. That whatever is going on is bigger than my ego. That I can make it to a place where I can purely appreciate because what I’m experiencing from someone else isn’t necessarily objectively, but from inside what they see.
An english teacher would have a fit at how poorly of a job I just did. Well, peace out Tumbz… 4 now. Lol.