I have an opinion…about everything. It took almost 30 years but I learned how to shut my mouth. Shutting one’s mouth does not stop them from having opinions and if one can not verbally speak their opinions they still have to come out somewhere. When I can’t say it, I write it. I don’t know who I think will see it, or understand the bigger picture of why I find it important, but for some reason I am still compelled to put it out there somewhere.
I also have an unending need to be creative, it is compulsive. This urge comes out in many ways and can not be suppressed for long. No matter if it is written, drawn or photographed it all has a message. The more my memory fails me the more I feel the need to create a record of my life. Perhaps other people can find amusement from my ironic adventures and ridiculous misfortunes. If not I can use this to look back and laugh at myself when I’m old and senile.
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