For some reason in the past few months, I've felt the need to take a step back toward speaking my mind. I've settled into listening a little bit more, which ironically enough, my father has been trying to get me to do for my entire life. I've inserted myself into conversations, preferring to hear others' opinions rather than hearing my own. I've eavesdropped, I've read blogs and opinion sections, I really just tried to keep my eyes open and my ears open. So, in some way, I guess I should be thankful for this dry spell I've been under for the past few months, with writing. I think I'm ready now.
So let's talk about it, okay? Let's talk about the Facebook statuses and the Tweets, and the Iggy pics and those black holes we've been drowning into for the past couple of years. I've got a whole list of shit I've been writing down ranging from some kid in Montana and his Facebook comment on a New York Times article about Hilary Clinton's vagina all the way to a Facebook status about how everyone should feel just as badly for the girls who are skinny "shamed" versus the girls who are fat-shamed. Get ready because I'm annoyed and angry, and simultaneously at peace and holding on to zero cares.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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