The only thing I have to say is I have always tried to be a tolerant person, recently I've decided to actively improve my attitude as well. I love you if you're fat, skinny, gay, straight, vegetarian, carnivore, christian or atheist, black, pink, chartreuse, brown or ocher. If you're a good person, that's all I look at. You behave like a dick and spout garbage, I'm not going to like you so much, but that's your business, I'll just stop talking to you, not try & beat & yell my opinions and beliefs into you. I just ask the same live & let live in return. I got where I am through my own experiences as we all have and I'm exactly where I need to be. Somebody telling me I need to do or think or act like this or that isn't going to change me, I'm going to change me. I answer to the most terrifying and important master I know...myself. In the end, I have to live with myself and what I've done and that's all the motivation I need.
So, some of you know I pretend to be a writer. I was a prolific and mildly talented writer in my past. I dreamed novel sized stories, but could never get past the short ones, there were a couple I wrote out to 150 pages with the outline and general story written out, but they died there. It took me years to both realize and then accept, that I was no good at anything but some hybrid of prose and poetry that is heavily non conforming to the accepted rules of writing, grammar and english. My problem is rooted somewhere in one or more of my mental illnesses, I just can't absorb nor comprehend (translate to an understandable example) accepted structure and rules for any type of writing. The words go down on the paper the way they come into my head. They don't want to be amended, they come into my head the way my mind perceives them to be correct and meaningful to what I am trying to express, which in my skewed brain, is the correct form, again, to ME, but maybe not to anyone else....
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