To start anew

The time has come for a new blog. Considering everything that has been going on in my life I think this is only appropriate. I don't like feeling like I need to censor my thoughts or write with discretion. Further, the thought that I am being actively pursued is also not my cup of tea. Leave me be. Writing is freedom of expression, or so some would think, but the reality is it is not. People will take and do with it as they please. They will contort it to their liking. They will take your thoughts, however meant, whether pleasant or ill intended, and turn them into a newly constructed vehicle that even rose colored glasses couldn't allow a ray of positivity to alter into something uplifting.

Manipulation and power are deadly. Some people really shouldn't hold positions of power. We are taught to respect our elders, but how can we when some are truly unworthy of such a thing? I'm presently trying to figure this out while also balancing on a tightrope and sucking in to fit into amazing jeans. Surprisingly I do it with poise and finely broke down. No one saw it, and I fear that soon everyone will know about it. Apparently nothing is secret or sacred anymore.

Another thing about people, people can't handle truth and as a result they feel you too must not be able to handle truth. Thus they lie and lie through omission, which is still lying to save you (and themselves) pain. Bad idea because what happens? Dramdizzle. No need to even proceed on this point.

Now I need, however, to address truth. What I find so ironic about my dear, sweet, loving "friends" is that what they love about me is also what they loathe. While they respect my steadfast integrity, they have a hard time with what comes out of my mouth. "The truth hurts" is an accurate saying because the reality is that it is often hardest to hear what we already know. People often don't seek this so called thing we know as "advice" for actual advice. They search for a silent advisor, someone to nod their head in agreement and shake their head in disapproval along with the direction the conversation is moving. They want their own affirmation to be noted. It's like going to a shrink. A shrink doesn't tell you what to do. You just pay $200 for the "oohs and ahas." So pay me $200 and instead of giving you the advice you need to hear I'll shut up and give you your god damn needed head nod. Perhaps this should be my new career move?

I wish I could address jealousy, but I'm too tired. Mentally. Oh sleep please commence.

So I must leave a blog I had dedicated 4 years and 3 months of my life to because I was no longer able to write without any discretion. It's about time.