There are a couple of reasons why i'm starting this blog. one of those reasons is because i just think that is a really fun word to say. blog. blogblogblog. yes, fun every time. another reason is because i am just straight up bored out of my mind and i need something to do. and also because i've been feeling a little (a lot) crazy lately and writing things down has always helped me maintain my sanity. i'm sorry, my "sanity" (laughter ensues here). so here we are.
i am going to write what i want and i am not going to feel bad about it. it could be a total load of crap and i'm still going to write it, just because i can.
on that note, as a rule from now on out i am done feeling bad about things, which i've been doing essentially since birth. i was raised in a house on a hill in the suburbs. the house was white and the shutters were blue. we had shrubs lining the house that needed constant upkeep. there were 2 cars and we had a deck and a pool. we had a fence, that needed upkeep too. i went to school with 700 other kids in my grade alone. i was a swimmer and a good student and i certainly wasn't cool. i was raised roman catholic and we went to church on holidays and when i was required to altar serve, or needed to lector. my mother, of all people, was a sunday school teacher. and for these reasons i will never live in the suburbs again. don't get me wrong, we all just wanted things to be alright and to have barbeques in the mean time and there is nothing wrong with that. but there were standards.
so that's it, i was raised middle class and in the suburbs and i feel bad about life because of it. and every time i do something stupid (which is really the only constant in my life) i feel bad. felt bad. because i am over it. goodbye catholic guilt, goodbye.
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