The Blog

Anti-blog people always complain that blogs are just places for other people to rant. So really, these anti-blog people are ranting about ranting. Just because I have a blog does not make me pro-blog. I don't know how to justify that, it just is. It irritates me to rant the way I do, but it does make (some) people think, based on what I've been told.

For some people, blogs serve as a medium to get ideas out. That's really the goal. If this was a college paper, and it's not because I have neglected to do most of my final papers thus far... Whatever, I digress. This would be the bloody thesis statement. Ideas are fabulous. What else do we have to make sense of life? Maybe we aren't supposed to make sense out of it, I don't know, but that is another idea. Ideas come from other people, and it seems like that's really all we have at the end of the day.

I've done alot of moving and remodeling of rooms in the past year. Remodeling is kind of..expensive. (This is the diary portion of this, I apologize for being human). After I finished most of the most recent room I re-did (with some..alot of help)...I sat in it by myself, upset over personal stuff, and I realized I didn't care much about anything in the room. The only thing I cared about was that someone I wanted to be there, wasn't in the room with me. Previously, I have been an insanely materialistic person, and I'm sure to some extent I still will be after all is said and done. But at the end of the day, my Gucci purse won't love me, and my fake nails won't console me. Highlighted hair won't make me laugh. 1000 thread count sheets will still comfort me, but that's a different story. The point is, at the end of the day all we have is eachother. I have been preaching that since day one and not doing a damn thing about it. I don't want the expensive purses or the hair or any of it. I would take other people any day. And I'm tired of substituting people with dumb shit. Maybe the blog is also a place for confessions.