Can we cue the Twilight zone theme as you read this?
It's Friday..... And if i can be honest with you i spent the last hour catching up on other peeps blogs, reminiscing on the older posts. Some of these people are amazing writers, their form of writing is so raw, just completely honest and exposed.You can feel like you were there for those adventures. There is one girl in particular that use to blog almost everyday & the older she got the less and less she'd update. She was this punk girl, who started off by doing OOTD posts. Then it became real crappy photos of indoor punk shows, pictures of people moshing, everyone looking drenched in sweat, stoned or drunk. Blurry photos of cigarettes, cans , tattoos & messed up docs.
I remember the imagery so vividly, because i often wanted to mix up some of that style in mine. But was always clueless about house shows or too scared to get second hand smoke.
I believe one of the last posts she wrote about was how she was homeless and living in her car with her black labrador. Just traveling from state to state meeting up with other squatters. The last photo she took was of her sitting on the sidewalk, with an acoustic guitar and her dog next to her playing for money on the street. I wonder what became of her? Her writing was so inspirational. No matter how hard her life got, she always made sure to slip a photo of herself smiling with her pup.
I've always loved blogging I've been doing it since i was 17. It's the biggest form of therapy it's right next to cuddling with the cats or seeing a live music show. But what i love about it is you don't have to be consistent, you can go months or years without updating & it doesn't matter. My favorite part is looking back on the really old ones from when i was 19-21 & thinking what was i talking about? I didn't have much, my mom got real sick at some point, while i was working at a Jack in the box, i was also living the straight edge lifestyle.I was broke all the time but somehow there was always some kind of simple joy that kept me looking & moving forward. I was a loner, & hung out with my cat a little too much. My high school friends Chema & Marco were the ones mostly treating me to shows at the knitting factory or 1 am dinners at Denny's or norms.
There's a part of me that wishes i knew more people that loved writing as much as they love breathing. Like my partner, he's got a way with words, but doesn't have the time for it. The same can be said for myself. It's hard to stay focus when you're at work for 10-12 hours sometimes. And after all you really wanna do is take a breather, go have a drink, get vegan dessert, or fully submerge on a new book.
I'm sure somewhere on the internet my old blogger accounts and LiveJournal accounts can be found. Some i had to set to private because cringe...if you know you know.
But for now ....you get this new post.
