Outlets

We’ve all got our comfort objects don’t we? Something to keep us sane. To give us hope that somewhere there is something that can just take all our hate, dissolve it. Saturate it in objectional love. As a kid growing up, I always had one teddy who was my ”I’m feeling like shit teddy” Of course, back then my problems were few, and less painful. Now I’ve transferred my outlet. To this blog. I can come here and pour out all my feelings of anger, hate and love (though not necessarily in that order) and it gives me the emotional cleansing (for want of a less moronic sounding word) I need, it keeps me sane. I think I find it reassuring that what I really want to say (regardless of whether I know what it means) is out there, and that people can read it, and realise how I feel about them (again be it hate or love) but I feel safe typing it because I am fairly safe in the knowledge that no-one I know in real life knows where this blog is. Actually one person does, but I don’t think they will have told anyone. I believe this not through some misguided trust (no I learnt not to trust you when a certain someone found out about a certain something) but more because I am sure that by now you will have become bored with this blog and forgotten its existence (after all I don’t see how you can be interested in it when, at least, you show a loathing hatred towards me [quite why this is I am yet to figure out]).
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT