Fuck it

A few months ago, I was sitting at my computer, browsing the internet, when I came across this thing called a blog. I can't quite remember what I was searching, although I'm absolutely positive it wasn't Kathy lee Gifford's nipples. What I was looking for at the time, is completely beside the point.

There are very, very few of you reading this page right now, that have followed my blog from the beginning. I know this for a fact, because I honestly have no idea how the hell most of you even found me, or what intrigued you enough to keep on coming back. Other than the fact that I do have a fantabulous tushie, I think in retrospect, I'm a pretty average twenty-something female.

Now as to where this post is going, I'm having a little trouble spitting it out, because nothing annoys me more than people that feel the need to bitch and moan about absolutely nothing. It takes a lot to get under my skin. For the most part, I try to be friendly to everyone. I have never intentionally been a spiteful or vengeful person. I've never intentionally bickered or sat and gossiped about people I dislike. Actually, when I dislike a person, they never even know it. Call me stupid, naive, or whatever you like, but I don't even dislike many people at all. I give most people the benefit of the doubt, that they're good people and have no reason to hurt me since I've never hurt them. I guess that some people get their thrills and chills out of it though...Yeah, shit, OK! I'm rambling again. Let me try one more time.

I've emailed with a few of the people that read this blog. You all know who you are. I'm not talking about the one liners that people sent me when I was sick, or the cute little balloons people sent when I decided I was collecting them, but I mean genuine conversations, where I opened up and formed friendships. I've been told by a lot of people that I know in real life, not to get too attached to these online friendships, because they come and go, and I have the tendency to trust far too quickly and get emotionally attached to people. When it came to blogging, I found it fun and didn't let myself get attached to anyone. I kept everything pretty public. By everything I mean, my conversations, my friendships, and didn't take anything more serious than it needed to be. It seems to me that there are a lot of people out there that just love to dig deeper. They love to try to crossover and make blogging a little more serious than need be. Personally, I don't need the fucking drama. If I needed internet drama, I'd go in search of it, like so many people tend to do.

Honestly, I don't want any part of it. If people are so miserable that they need to pry into my personal life and make up bullshit stories about who I am and things that I've done, more fucking power to you. You win.

I've been sitting and letting this sort of simmer down in my brain, because I still don't understand the logic, or even the point, but I think I'm just going to go away for a little bit. I've never pretended to be the strongest person around... I've never pretended that I had the perfect life nor have I ever pretended to be anything that I'm not. I was always just myself. Anyway, I hope that the people that do read this blog regularly, and email me from time to time, don't go away. I'll be back. I just need a little break. Normally I wouldn't even tell people I'm taking one, but since I'm probably going to stay away for a little longer than a couple of weeks, I figured it deserved mention. I'll still be around and commenting. C'est la vie...