Catharsis

Stupefying. That is about the only word to describe how this past year has been. I cannot believe how many times I have been pushed around. Pushed down. Pushed away. So much of my personal life whirls chaotically around me in hurricane-force winds. And I am in the center of the storm.
In truth, I have bothered close friends with my tales of woe. At least parts of it. You have to have that release. Knowing that no one will actually read this, yet thousands have the chance to see it, makes writing here the hardest. But I need an outlet. Something that allows me to whine, complain, but most importantly never reacts with judgement or pity. I don't need either. I don't need answers. I need the release.

I just want to be released from the negativity. I am a if-the-glass-has-something-in-it-I-still-use-a-varying-degree-of-full kind of guy. Right now, I am empty of positiveness. I crave any glimmer of hope. Of light.

I am tired of doors closing. I am tired of moving towards something only to have it derailed. I am tired of feeling stupefied.

I know there are no details. I don't have it within me to write about/relive some of the events. I just needed to rant, scream, mash keys, and release the feelings. Here's hoping this helps.

Another Venue for Adding Gibberish

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Alright. So nothing earth shattering. It is something many do on a daily basis. But for me, this is the first chance I have had to test out this method of posting.
If anything, this will give me the opportunity to post more often. Typing is a pain, for sure, but for short bursts of ranting, creativity, or just popping in, this will work fine.

You Still Blog?

Here I sit, reading the words written over the past few years, and wondering what happened. It has been almost one year since I wrote anything here. And almost 15 months since I wrote anything worth writing. I poured out my thoughts, some more deep than others, and felt that even if they were not read, at least I freed them from my brain.

So what happened? Why did I end so abruptly? I don't have a good answer for that. Sure social networking sites have taken their toll. And dealing with a four year-old is a worthwhile use of my time. Still, this was the place for me to write. A place for me to ramble, rant, and recount memories. It was my space on the internet where I could be exposed to millions, yet no one to see.

A big part of it is how much the fad of blogging as subsided. Does anyone even admit to it anymore? Too fearful to hear, "You still blog? That was so 20then..." A recent tour of blogs that I read almost daily has proven to be a glimpse into the past. Only four blogs had entries from this year, and only one post total for this year. The average time between the last two posts was eight months. Truly the bubble has burst.

The real question is, what do I plan to do? Give up? Maybe even pull the entire blog like so many have done? No. Not giving up. I have too much invested. And I need to have the dialog; even if it is with myself. This is a marathon. And this is the first step. I can only see the next few. Where this takes me is part of the adventure.

And one other thing: Comments are moderated. Spam comments are not tolerated.

Classy, Elegant Gibberish

Alas, my search for a new layout has not gone well. In truth, this blog has really gone to the wayside. Facebook and twitter have taken its toll on where I spend my time. Neither afford me the space or podium that this blog does, but I cannot seem to turn off the filters and censors inside.

For now, I went with a sleeker look. If for no other reason, than to at least do some kind of change. Maybe something will come along to rant about. Until then, thank you for stopping by.