HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO THIS? I have had this silly blog for a short while now and I gotta say, I can't think of a damn thing to talk about. I was never conceited enough to think that I was a very professorial person with a lot to say but lawdy, lawdy I feel dumb on this thing. I just thought that it would be fun to chatter about the things that happen to me in every day life. I love to write in my journal and I love the sound of the keyboard keys clicking away and so I thought that this would be the best of both worlds. I was wrong. I watch the news but sharing my views on politics just makes me feel dumb because all of you guys are so much better at it and I would be crushed if someone commented and put me in my place.
I AM SUCH A PUSSY!!!WHAT I'M GIVING UP FOR LENT. BEING A PUSS.
If I don't find a voice soon i'm just gonna shut this thing down and go back to the journal where I don't feel so silly.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Comment section Bitchery!
I will be the first to admit it. I am a bratty little daddy's girl that always thinks she's right. I have been used t getting my way since I was a little girl. I remember being the only one of my sisters that could talk back to my mom and dad without going to be with a sore behind. I don't know what it was about me that made me immune to the almighty ass whooping but in my life I only recieved one while my sisters recived atleast three a year, usually after their report cards came in or when they just lost their damn minds and forgot who they were talking to. Sidenote: my parents believed that kids should be seen and not heard while I believe that they should be able to express their emotions, they are like humans that way. I still have a lot of resentment about that shit.
Anyway, It was only after I got my first boyfriend, well my only boyfriend at the old age of Twenty one that I realised that he never had a chance with me. When we debated somthing I always had the last word. I could never accept his opinion as anything but an opinion while my opinion was a fact.
What am I talking about again? Oh yeah, My dumb as made the mistake of reading the comment section of one my favorite blogs and was bombarded with little me's talking like their word was law and I have just come to realise how TRULY unattractive that is. Oh, God! I hope that I don't come off like that. Now I am proud to say that I do believe that I have a little more charm and finesse than most of thos loons but good God.
I am a very judgmental person, I just have the good sense to keep most of it to myself. Which shows what a faker I can be. I don't want to be some holier than thou sourpuss that rains on everyone's parade so I won't be doing two things anymore. I won't be reading any more comment sections and I won't try to get the last word, unless I know that I am right. Which I usually am.
Anyway, It was only after I got my first boyfriend, well my only boyfriend at the old age of Twenty one that I realised that he never had a chance with me. When we debated somthing I always had the last word. I could never accept his opinion as anything but an opinion while my opinion was a fact.
What am I talking about again? Oh yeah, My dumb as made the mistake of reading the comment section of one my favorite blogs and was bombarded with little me's talking like their word was law and I have just come to realise how TRULY unattractive that is. Oh, God! I hope that I don't come off like that. Now I am proud to say that I do believe that I have a little more charm and finesse than most of thos loons but good God.
I am a very judgmental person, I just have the good sense to keep most of it to myself. Which shows what a faker I can be. I don't want to be some holier than thou sourpuss that rains on everyone's parade so I won't be doing two things anymore. I won't be reading any more comment sections and I won't try to get the last word, unless I know that I am right. Which I usually am.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
