Debbie Downer Doesn't Give a Damn
Under normal circumstances I would be caught dead posting on a Saturday; a) because I have a life and b) I should really be doing all the things that I don't do during the week. Like for instance the dishes, laundry, packing because I'm apparently moving tomorrow and this apartment looks like hell. Whatever.
Lately all of my posts have been melancholy and dramatic. Sometimes I have a flare for the dramatic-it's a scorpio tendency, but good Lord. Someone should slap me and tell me to shut up, but not quite yet, because this all is leading somewhere.
Last week I wrote a post entiled Red Diva about a certain blogger, who is the girl everyone loves to hate. I'm not retracting my hyperbolic filled post which put SK on a pedestal, because I did and still do find her somewhat inspirational, but what I will say is Oh My God. I have realized that blogging is like high school. And last I checked most of us blogging are well out of high school. SK is the popular girl and may can't figure out why. But being popular means that there will be those that love you and those that just really don't like you; and both groups will be vocal about it. A blog was created to parody SK's blog called Tale of Two Sisters. It was the funniest fucking thing and now it's being shut down. It was funny, satirical and just by reading one post after reading SK's blog you'd realize that. I'm not going to speculate who complained etc. but get a grip. This is supposed to be fun and entertaining and without me getting into extensive First Amendment talk, we should be allowed to write what we want without fear of someone getting mad and 'telling'. This isn't high school and it definately isn't third grade. And let's be honest, if you are secure in yourself and you have a fan base and a book deal etc., then why care about what others have to say about you?
And now to other things, because I just lost 10 minutes of my life. I've had an epiphany. I love when I have epiphanies. I've been a downer because things are changing and I can't deal and because I care about what people think about me. I worry about who is or isn't reading my stupid blog including those that I work with (and feel free to comment on what an ass I am) and what will happen in my future and I make myself neurotic and get TMJ. I'm ridiculous. I like to write and I enjoy what I write so I want to share it. I also really want current college seniors, like those I met last night and worried if I was doing ok after college, to realize and know that by May things may feel shitty, but it will get better. An epiphany in which I've realized that I care too much about what others think (it happens in bursts) and that I need to get a grip and stop being a baby.