"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
~Kurt Cobain
So I was having a conversation with a friend the other day, and she said something that struck me sideways. Not in an ugly way, just caused me to think.
She said she tried to blog but would rather post pictures of her completed projects than talk about herself.
I thought to myself, "uh-oh, do people give a rat's arse what I write about? Especially if it is just about me?"
Then I realized, what do I know better - than myself?
Not much...
I have lived a life. My own life. No one else has walked in my shoes and I have not walked in anyone else's.
Some folks might get joy, entertainment, laughter, or comfort when reading something I put to "paper". Shoot, they might only get to say "really?", "she is a nut", "oh no she didn't......", or "what an idiot...".
It could be that nothing other than my working through uncertainties comes from my writing. Maybe, it will do nothing more than than serve as my memory when my brain fails me...
With all that being said, writing down events, thoughts, experiences, and what have you - may just save me in some way. And maybe someone out in the world will stumble upon my rantings and ramblings and go along for that sometimes not so fun ride.
I guess that is a fancy way of saying, while some folks create wonderful projects and artwork to express themselves and to be enjoyed, I write for me and hope someone out there gets enjoyment, help, therapy, or etc. as well...
Thanks ATE, you made me think and I appreciate it!
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