My Account... of Myself

I reread a few blog entries. I guess this really has turned into a diary. It's odd how stupid something sounds after your mood has changed. I debated deleting those things which seem to me now foolish... but that would be most of them. Also... they are a record of who I am and the things I deal with... or rather, how I deal with them. In essense, it's me, or at least a portion of me. I feel to delete them would be to run and cower from myself. I have stupidity in myself the same way I see stupidity in others... I shouldn't imagine it's any different. If I face these things, I think I will be better off for them... so I won't delete them, no matter how foolish or what mood I was in when I wrote them. It's me. And notice the huge difference between the way people think, and how they actually behave. We don't write about the consistent traits we have, or the good traits, we tend to complain about the bad traits, and kick, scream, and yell about the unfairness of the world, vent our anger and frustration on the blank spaces. So, whatever I may declare to you, the reader, the counterpart of my consciousness as I write any of these blogs, please realize, as I have, that anything I tell you, especially about myself, must be seen to contain a certain amount of bullshit. I'm not lying... I'm just not getting the facts right... even for myself.