The meaning of life. Right now I am pondering the meaning of life here at this blog. What do I want from here? What is this blog to me, or more importantly to others?
When I began this blog over two years ago the community was small, tight, supportive. Now so much of it is about earning potential, stats, hits, comments, followers.
I have never been one to run with the crowd and crowded the blogosphere has become.
Is this why I am not drawn here as I once was? Is it why I do not have the yearning to write like I once did?
Maybe it is because I am writing my tales of fantasy for my dear friend, sending them off with love. Maybe that is filling the hole once satisfied by blogging?
Maybe I am sick of commenting and supporting those who offer none back? Only some, not all, but their silence pisses me off to be perfectly honest.
Maybe I feel the blogosphere is not the place I need to look to for ideas, ideals, friendship?
Maybe it is time for change.
I just don't know anymore.
Cause I am running out of time and I promise things and then don’t deliver and I totally hate people that do that shit, I am going to be posting a lot of pictures over the next few days of CHRISTMAS because OMG I LOVE CHRISTMAS and CHRISTMAS has pretty much shit all over my house and it is pretty fucking awesome. Well I think so. Don’t ask my family. Their opinion is irrelevant. If they want a Christmas present, elegantly wrapped in themed wrapping that is. - Ok. Lets start at the beginning. Which would be the door. Which would be, like last year, adorned with a disco ball. Of course. Beside the door is the w...
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