Starting Out...

I think A LOT. Sometimes I think I actually think too much. I never turn it off. My mind is constantly going about one thing or another. Some days its the same thing all day long. Picking some thing apart analyzing it putting it back together and then starting over again from the beginning. Other days (most days) its a million different things with about a dozen different thoughts attached to each one. Yesterday, I was thinking about a Facebook status I wanted to put up and then as I started thinking about exactly what I wanted to say I realized that it would be way too much and way too long for a status. A status that people would probably complain about because it took up too much space, I was on a soap box , or it was way too personal. At the same time a song was playing on my iPod and part of it said "You think you know, but you have no idea," and that is when the idea of a blog came into my mind. This will probably not be something that is very deep but its a way to kind of vent about various things that get into my mind. Its not something you have to read and it is probably not going to be exciting or enlightening. Its personal, yes, because its my life. So if you feel like this is a waste of your time...the X button is right up there. I have no idea who I expect to read this, who I want to read this, who I wouldn't want to read this or even what there will be to read. The title of it basically means I am tired of people assuming they know me or what is going on in my life. Its possible I think too highly of myself to assume that people even really care. I guess the purpose is for me to know that at least if people are still talking, I tried. I tried to set the record straight. I live my life as an open book for the most part. But for some reason most people want to go off of what they have heard or what they think they have seen without ever asking for the reasons behind it. I kind of came up with a policy of sorts when I was 15, "Don't do anything you can't or won't own up to." If there's a reason you wouldn't admit to it, there are several why you shouldn't do it. I am by no means perfect. There are parts of my past that if asked about I would hang my head or cringe in shame as I own up to it. That's almost exactly what I plan to do here. Take things that make me me and explore them. How they happened, why they happened, what I learned from it, what I am still learning. I am and have always been a work in progress. I am not sure the direction this will take. Its just an outlet. All of that being said I do ask that if you're going to read this, please try to have an open mind and not judge me too harshly.