human beings are so dumb.

Michael Phelps smoked pot. Big Damn Deal! So have millions and millions of other people. Who gives a crap?!? The man won 8 gold medals. EIGHT GOLD MEDALS at the Olympics. He worked his ass off, sacrificed, so that he could be the best. Maybe he was celebrating? Maybe he just felt like getting high? Who the hell do "we" think we are to judge him? Did he kill someone? Drive drunk and crash into a house? Hurt a child? Nope. He got high. That's it.

How many of us can say that we give everything we have, and more, to our passions? Our families? Our work? Ourselves? How many of us can say that we do it EVERY DAY? No breaks, no days off, no whining, no complaining.....that we give 100% every minute of the day?

I know I can't. I desperately wish that I could say that I do but I'd be lying. Some days I just don't wanna. I'm tired, feeling lazy, PMS'ing, irritable, whatever.

I'm glad he did it. Good for him.

And away we go.....

I have been considering starting a blog for several months now. I had a vague idea that blogs existed in the world but didn't have much interest in getting the scoop on the hows, whys, wheres, etc. Until Faiqa. If you don't know her then you should.

I used to write all the time. Poems, short stories, blah, blah blah.... I haven't done any writing at all in a very long time. Life gets the way of things more often than not.

The question became, "Do I have anything to say that anyone wants to hear?"
The answer is "Does it matter?"

I always used to write for me, for my personal mental well-being, why not continue? Who says that it has to be read by anyone else? Who says that anybody else has to even like my writing or my thoughts? When did I become a person who cares what other people think anyway?

The things I think about are just that. Things I think about. The idea of being able to write them down for further consideration appeals to me. Even if nobody ever reads them but me.