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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

"I like munnee"

I like to write.
I find it to be a good outlet.
Sometimes I write big ol' long e-mails. Sometimes they are answered and sometimes not. I am ok with either (usually) because I like to write anyway.

Sometimes I write random notes here and there.
Sometimes I write in journals
and sometimes on the computer like it's a journal.
I jot down ideas and epiphanies in random places to better hold on to them.

I like to read.
I sometimes like to read the things that I wrote.
I can see in the things that I wrote how I was feeling and who I was at the time of my writing.
I like to read the level me writings just fine. Sometimes they are interesting and sometimes dumb but they are easy and sometimes fun to read.
Sometimes my writings are very down and depressing. Sometimes they are angry or dark. I don't mind reading those. It often helps me feel good about where I am and the progress I have made. I can enjoy and appreciate life more knowing that I am not down like that.
Then there are the overly excited happy or anxious writings... The up writings (a bit of a manic undertone... or would it be overtone?)
I can't even make myself read those.
They are incredibly embarrassing... Though I find it hard to destroy or dispose of writings or pictures (it just feels wrong) I do occasionally throw those out in a thousand tiny pieces or even burn them.
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And yet I felt so hyper, happy, obsessed, excited, spiritual and/or alive when I would have written such things.
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That is all I have to say about that.
Except that sometimes I am an idiot and I hope that people can be patient. Maybe even understanding.

1 comment:

  1. The one common thread through every civilization and time; the one source or all our combined learnings, have come from the written/ spoken word. Communication of one sort or another.
    Every religion, government, school, or writings found hidden in an attic; they offer wisdom of the ages. They offer hope, they tell truths, voice warnings, wishes, rants.
    When communication fails, when we hide our words, society breaks down.
    Many women in this world are still fighting for their God given right to have a voice, to learn to write. We had to fight for it here.
    Your words are valuable. Don't take them for granted; let them have wings and live on.

    The thing with words, that once released they can never be recaptured.
    Run with it.

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