Damage Control and Digressions

Okay, so I realize that if you read my last blog post, I sounded awful close to doing something drastic. So, let's do a little damage control.

First of all, I am a Pisces. I do believe in the zodiac, I won't lie. That sounds weird, but I do. And being a Pisces, I am often completely wound up in my own problems. I enjoy wallowing, guys. Crying is the best experience in the world. I simply do not enjoy letting other people know how I feel all the time. I grew up as "The Cry-Baby", and I know how it feels when people get upset over stupid things and you're annoyed. So, I try my best not to bog people down with my own problems. This results in stress and anxiety which slowly begins to build. It usually climaxes in one, extremely worrying, and depressed blog post. It's just my life. So no worries, guys. I'm fine.

In other news...

I'm feeling a little disheartened. I miss my old, crazy posts. They started with so little intent and ended up as the most beautiful accidents. Hmm. I realize now that I have geared my posts to people who know me well enough to understand my everyday life. I now realize that if you just stumble upon this blog (through Ficly or otherwise) that a good deal of this does not make sense.

This is simply the way my mind works. I confess, I do not entirely understand my own writings. But I think that's kind of beautiful in its own way. I think I put more of myself into what I write when I don't understand it.

This reminds me of a narrative I wrote for a character called Chloe Lockwood. Thinking about that makes me think about catering, which makes me think about Fight Club. I mean the real Fight Club. Not the movie, the book. And Fight Club makes me think about old houses and soap.

Wouldn't it be cool to do what the narrator and Tyler did? How hard do you think it would be to run a home-made soap business from your house? Think of it, you really could, I think, create anarchy. Beautiful, messy anarchy with just whiff of oatmeal rosemary lemongrass soap underneath.

But I digress. Then again, perhaps I don't. I wasn't really talking about anything anyway. And how can one digress from nothing? I don't belive you can.