Yup, I'm venting. Have been venting for the longest time, which is probably why I started writing this blog anyway... so I can just vent. And also so I can remind myself of the good things in life, who I am, and what I want. Hence the right hand column of this blog. Why am I venting? Why are some issues so cryptic?
Well, the answer to the 2nd question is that there are privacy issues. Ok... so I don't like some people, am pissed off by some of the things in my life... but I can't reveal any identities simply because it's privelaged. More importantly though, one should always be aware of the presentation of self to the other. As it is, I wear my heart on my sleeve. If I really truly told and revealed the depth my happiness and sorrows, it would be like cutting my heart into tiny pieces and serving it to you on a platter. Besides, if you really wanted to know, you should either be talking to me, or to Ashcroft (I'm sure he knows).
Am venting, hence blogging because of the extent of work that I have. And yet cannot live without. What an irony. Am working on a conference paper, 3 classes and working 40 hours. Had heart broken last year, hence had to piece it together. Sometimes want to cry for no reason at all, but feel that that is giving into weakness. Also know that crying over spilt milk is ... just crying. Does nothing whatsoever.
And so here I am blogging. I get to say frivolous things, think crazy possibilities, and bitch to no end. I get to exercise my id, my "possible self" and flee from my cuffed self. This is my 15 minutes of daily therapy.