That doesn’t mean I can’t care for you
That doesn’t mean I can’t protect you
That doesn’t mean I can’t love you
That doesn’t mean I can’t live
And find comfort in the layers of your brown when you speak of her
Talk about her with grace
Call me beautiful
Tell them I hope she comes back
Don’t expose me as if you wouldn’t appreciate if I came back
Tell them she had a tender heart and she let me in for a while
Tell them the time was worth it
Describe the memorable photos of her smile
Explain that she had a courageous laugh because when her lungs could not find enough oxygen to breathe
Gave her strength to believe
That she would be ok
And she could and she would
I titled this entire blog as “First World Problems” because, well, my life is really not that bad. I know that. But, apparently, I can’t have opinions or share much of anything remotely personal on Facebook anymore without someone jumping on it and saying I am so wrong for that. I’m sick of following and sharing and being part of the crowd. Now, Instagram has been bought out by FB so I decided to try something new.
So maybe this will just be temporary or just a personal journal of sorts but I decided to try it out. I like to write but I’m not sure how many people actually like to read my stuff. I don’t want to fill up anyone’s newsfeed with my stuff.
But, don’t get me wrong, it’s still the Internet and we’ll see how easy I can track myself down and I know this must go somewhere into some search engine or is attached somehow to my email or other accounts so I’ll see where it goes.
I live in Mississippi so of course most of my aquantainces, friends, family, colleagues, etc. are very conservative. Even my moderate posts are somehow construed as being liberal and I think that is unfair. I actually consider myself a moderate but I do vote mostly for one party and I am not ashamed. I am not religious and by that I don’t mean I’m atheist, I just don’t worship socially. I’ll let you guess what catagory I fall into philosophically. I’m still working on that, so by the time you figure it out, well…
I try to be outgoing but it is difficult at times. I HATE when people try to define me and when I speak out, it seems like people do just that. I AM ME and no one else. I’m not just like your cousin or neighbor or whatever. And sometimes, it seems, no matter how hard I try, I just come out and say the wrong thing, at the wrong time, to the wrong person. WTH, I better stay quiet. Oh yeah, and I ramble, but you can probably already tell this. I don’t have an OFF button.