So why can't I face to terms with what used to come naturally? Many reasons I guess. One, not liking this life to be the center of attention, where everyone will suddenly hoohaa with all the things that are attached to you and next thing you know, everyone knows you in and out. But again, I used to be able to open up on the surface and used to enjoy doing it immensely without anyone chasing after me about my issues being blogged. That was when I interposed limit in ammegan at tBlog. Only those who happened to stumble upon it and responded to my repartee play the game and throw the dice!
Yet, I have decided that with this blog it would be a little different. Still on the surface but more intimate as I am aware that I have now many real life friends being my readers. Most to whom I see everyday or rather other days to start with. Then I also have my staunch readers who like Ruth, followed Naomi. I love all the Ruths out there, and I also love my all my friends bloggers and non-bloggers. Hence I want them to know what exactly happened to me, where I went , how I got lost, what I did and many other things that makes me ME! The truth is I am not a big fan of fantasy nor fictions. I love reading my friends' day to day ramblings, love, relationships, thoughts, adventures and the sort. These are so real although physically I am unable to reach out but cybercally (if dictionary's will), I am spoken to, laugh with, hugged, called for, mused, touched...
Two, judgements. Have you read an autobiography book and at the end thought that you seemed to already know the person you were reading about? One day I said "shucks" and next day you think I am a swearer! I know you because I read you and you don't know me! You know what I mean?
Perhaps, I should just let go on the left and cling on, on the right. After all, I know that there are some who were pretty much bothered with my previous blog. So I want to write about politics, I want to raise concern about my not so very smooth skin and I want to talk about toilet paper, how does it bother you? To each, his/her own.
Three, I know I better stop now.