welcome to a whole lot of randomness.....

I am always sitting around being all clever in my head. If there were physical data of my internal memory, you would find about thirty thousand books, a hundred plays, an orchestra or two, numerous songs, thousands of haiku, and a dog named soup. I never write things down. I lost that talent somewhere between being blissfully ignorant of the paper goods aisle and living in a tent for a month during the summer of 2012. By the time I’ve found the paper and pen, the thought is gone. A bubble sent into eternity to birth life in a parallel dimension; and what a fucked up world it must be there; I know; I created it.

 The point is that I’ve written a thousand and twenty “blogs” only for this one to end up on your computer screen. This ramble about how clever and witty I am with no proof. No meat. No substance. Just the same illiterate ramble of the masses; nothing new here. Move along.

 My first blog post was about the mystical start to my “journey” to “find (run away from) myself”. A sweat lodge was to be the setting. Key mystic Native American music. And it was going to prove how cool I am and how you should always read the blogs I am probably not going to write. I have a confession.

 

I am not cool. In any manner. I am actually quite boring. I rarely even read anymore unless you count Facebook. I count Facebook. That means I am not cool. You should probably save time and stop reading now. Seriously. Quit. It’s making me nervous.

That’s why I don’t write things down. You will judge me. And I care. My ego; for all the time I spend trying to convince myself that I do not have one; fears your judgment. I call myself a speller. I used to read. A lot. I could be a grammar Nazi; if I cared. I have a confession.
 

I am apathetic. I simply muster just enough effort to make it through to the next day. Ask my roommates what happens on my dinner night. It’s not pretty. I do not think this existence is anything more than a huge learning and creating experience that we should be enjoying. Laundry does not constitute enjoyment. I also think I am smart enough already and shouldn’t have to learn so I choose to stick with the enjoyment. Yes the husband regularly ponders why he has a wife; he still doesn’t know; except that I’m very smart. Witty. and clever.

 

So when the sweat lodge blog didn’t work out. I was going to write about how to Be. I do a lot of that. I say. (I really do a lot of nothing blended with a lot of crazy.) Then I realized I can’t front; not on my first blog. I have a confession.

I want to be the Beingness Master™ and I am in no way shape or form close. I can’t turn my mind off. When it’s not being exceedingly entertaining; it’s being bat shit crazy. There’s no way to really BE with that kind of attitude.

My final confession is that I want to write a blog and be informative, but this is what we have to work with. Perhaps through the support of the readership and guest postings we can do something positive here. Or at least we can discuss the social history of the magical mushroom, how cannabis can save lives, how GMO food is bad,

but mostly just how freaking clever, witty, and amazingly awesome I happen to be. J

Until next time FunGals(andGuys)

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