Recently I was asked a really interesting question and one I was a little unprepared for.
“Why do you blog?” Bravo, good question.
I write because it’s carthatic.
I write because I love to rant and I write because I don’t give two fucks what anyone thinks.
Writing is a good way to empty one’s mind of all the shit we load into it each day. I was literally getting to a point where I thought it’d explode, so I started to dump a lot of it down into words – to get it off my chest or to simply reminisce.
I was telling someone about it and they suggested that I publish my ramblings, so I did.
I’m not looking for appreciation nor approval, I’m way too long in the tooth to a give a flying fuck about whether anyone is critical over my ramblings; for that’s exactly what they are.
Critique away if you like – a thumbs up is always a sign that I’ve made someone laugh with my innate bullshit ramblings and well, if you’re still reading this and critiquing me, then bitch, that just made you a fan.
Lovers will love, the haters will hate and I’ll still be here, spilling my mind.
Read and smile or read and mock – i couldn’t give a toss as the only opinion that’s really valid is my own!