I’m no one. I’m not even a someone you’d probably be friends with , I know this from experience and especially if you mostly see the world in black or white. I fall through the cracks of life and I do what suits my needs, if only to make life seem more worthwhile.
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My advice: I started blogging in the spring of 2007 and this is my 3rd version of the same blog. Now here’s my advice, if you think you want or need to delete your blog…Don’t. Go ahead and delete all your posts but copy them somewhere first. Leave your blog blank, password protect, or just leave it alone for a year and then, if you still want to delete it, then go ahead and do it. WordPress is not kidding when they warn you that you will no longer be able to use the blog name EVER again. I never thought I’d regret deleting my blog, but I did, and it wasn’t right away, it was months later, when I realized it was a mistake. I was smart and printed all my posts first so I didn’t lose those, but the blog name…trust me, you need a cooling off period.
…and you’re awesome. an incredible poet…and especially engaging in that you are uniquely exactly who you are…so there! deal with it ; )
Heartbreak, you’re the best.
I really love your piece about being on the subway and realizing that you’re not That Kinda Girl. It spoke to me because I know mean, nasty women and I know how they stare down their noses at the world. I have zero interest in labels, but see your point and do understand getting sucked into that particular vortex. I just like that you hammered them into their place. You rock. Thanks for writing.
That made me happy that you enjoyed my post about my Saturday subway ride. I guess we all know those women, which is too bad. I was able to make a revelation about myself in a compressed amount of time and I feel lucky for that. Try to count me in with the “good guys”.