Blathering on

This blog has become more like a personal journal than it is about raising consciousness on topics that need addressing, or anything else world shattering.  It's become my place to blather on randomly on topics that concern mostly me, or my world.  

In trying to find a place in this world, I find that I do not fit in.  I am like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, it almost will go, if only I can change my corners. And I have found that I can't.  Or I don't want to.  Or both.  And now that self awareness has hit, I am ok with it, and know that the rest of my life is mine to do with however I please.

As long as I include Sadie in all that I do.  lol

Yes, she's my crazy pug, and life sort of revolves around her.  She lets me do as I need to do, but always reminds me that she holds an important place in life, and I should cater to her whims on occasion as well!  (and being the good pug mommy, I do that!  lol )

I had started a rant a week or so ago about logging on to a place I used to go to a lot, about how it hasn't changed, and about how it doesn't hold the same appeal any more.  Ok. that sentence summed up about 30 sentences of the rant.  But there it is in a nutshell.  I don't spend hours talking to people from all over the world, and frankly, don't miss it.  There are a few certain folks I wish I connected with more often, but the occasional chats and exchange of emails works as well.   :)  

Its the other folks that I don't miss - the ones who have the same conversations over and over.  Its funny how you get into a convo with someone about a certain topic, and you share a lot, but that person always wants to bring every subsequent convo back to that topic.  And, um, sorry, but that was two summers ago, and frankly, I'm not interested in the topic. At All.

Maybe that's why I stopped the chat scene -- because I'm too nice and really don't like to say 'no' to people I consider a friend.  But then again, they're just a "chat friend" - no one in my real world, and I shouldn't feel obligated or worry about hurting feelings when its clearly not an interest.  Ohhh well.

I'm done complaining.  and explaining.
I better post this before my netbook locks up my blog yet again.
hey... enjoy the Memorial Day Weekend :)