My Beautiful Mind…

Something I made up. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Never think I would bring down my posts. I won’t. But I will apologize for anything wrong, I say. Not bible wrong. Wrongs I feel I need to apologize for or someone makes me see them as wrong. That someone doesn’t come easy. Trust me.  I apologize and remember no more when you do. I’m not emotionless and I know I make serious mistakes. If you don’t want to say you are sorry for something that’s your problem. Not mine. I‘ll never force you to acknowledge your erroneous ways. Someone will. But never think it makes it right. It doesn’t.

I still can’t believe it took me years to write this blog. I have a novel to my name. I tried writing in High School and someone stole my novel. I stopped writing. I must admit that this blog has the fewest followers and I really write. I’m not surprised. I’m not selling anything. The other blogs are just surviving by God’s Grace. But the followers are several times what I’ve got here. Anyway, I’m not looking for a commercial audience here. Google will close shop before I start looking. My travel blog is the best. I can’t wait to travel. It has a multitude of people following it and I talk about my country. Well, most times. Perhaps I should bring down those other posts.

Seriously, start a blog if you can write. You don’t have to write impeccably. Just write.

But there is no way I’m gonna let this blog go. I love it to bits. Maybe that’s why it is shared with my friends. The other blogs are not and it will take you forever to discover them. Unless you are an internet Guru or an engineer (I’ve just thought of someone in a sitcom).

FaceBook is awesome. Twitter follows. I love Pinterest and the net is full of trash. Instagram is overrated. What’s app is cool. The rest, are just apps. Sue me!!! But by all means buy the stocks. They are soaring. And this game that came by storm on FaceBook. Yeah, Candy Crush. It’s made by Zynga Inc. Buy those stocks if you are an investor. Let people play. Tell them nothing.

I’ll pin stuff. If you want to judge me, go ahead. It’s not a secret. Thanks to FaceBook. What I keep as a secret can haunt you. Let me spare you the haunting. Let me deal with those demons. You cannot help me right now. I’m cool with it. Honestly, if I told you half of what I know, your head would explode. I should have been a doctor. Or a therapist. God, no!!! Although therapy looks good. I’m sure my family would hate me for it. It is taxing. One of these days, you’ll be shocked.

And yet I’m still piling on secrets. I won’t stop. I think I can’t. Not gossip, there is a difference please.

I love people. They challenge me. When they open up, you can almost shed tears. Tears of laughter and pain. That time, my judgmental self is usually gone. I can’t help it. I know real stuff when I see it. But if you try faking it with me, you have just jumped from the frying pan and into the fire. And no!!! I’m not sorry. That’s just me.

I do not write about close people but hey, if the shoe fits… Only my experiences with people… not secrets. If I have spilled anything, you tell me. What I say is pretty obvious to people around me.

I rarely think about what people tell me. I guess that’s why I’m trusted. Yeah, snicker all you want, but what can you say I have told you? Nothing. Imagine 40 posts and nothing secretive!!! (stop counting. I have drafts and I never said published posts!!!) I have tried. I thought I’d tell everything when I first started.

Your life is good. Don’t be lied to. There is someone out there having it rougher than you thought. If this makes you happy, enjoy.  I’m not enjoying with you. Not really. I am busy doing my stuff. I don’t have time to party to such nonsense.

By the way, I’ve just remembered the parties I have attended. While the people who invited me meant well, I could not help noticing I didn’t like some parties. Well, maybe it is just me. I don’t miss them and please don’t invite me. And if you do, I won’t show up. I’m so choosy it makes me happy. But birthdays, important dates e.t.c., events that make sense, I wanna come. Invite me please. But if your energy cannot be contained and partying is the way to go, we are not in the same league.

I’m not an introvert but I like to be alone at times. It is good…

A neighbor of mine once told me he only talks to people when he can get some value for it. He’s quiet and I get it. Choosy and I guess I’m lucky He talked to me. He’s never talked to me ever!!! And we have met a couple of times. Anyway, people are different.

Why have I written all this? …