My blog

I have a tendency to forget who reads these posts to be honest.

When I write, I writeto myself or to someone, but not necessarily with it in mind they will read the post.

I also, like talking, have a bad habit of just blurting out whatever is on my mind. I don't reread the post. The audience is myself. I will read a post after its published, seeing spelling errors, grammar problems, and typos. But not always. Some posts (the ones I post to Facebook) are to pacify people. Others are for me.

All people draw on experiences and the people they know. This public forum is more private than one would think. all woman talk about things, very personal things with other woman. For me, I process by writing. Sometimes I get feedback, sometimes not. But it's the same if I met with the girls for lunch and discussed in a public forum there.

Here you just have my thoughts. My aggressive raw thoughts.

My impulsive immature ramblings.

I love how a compliment was personal, but my thoughts on sex isn't.

I can't keep things intimate? I'd love you to ask how many people know how involved we were. Minus the roommates there are only three others.

The only other things I'd share in my other blog are feelings. I haven't documented anything else. Mainly because I don't need to reread them to remember. I can easily recall feelings of happy and sweet. It's the bad times or the times I feel confused that I have the worst time recalling. Therefore, I must document it. I needto remember to learn from it.

This turns back into a travel blog at the end of this month though. I'm headed back onto the road. WA is where I want to be, I keep recalling this as I read my other blog. I need to head back there. Like the lost boy in the alchemist, even if I get side tracked, I'll find my route all in due time.


Xoxoxo