the answer

I write about stuff because, well. That’s just what I’ve always done. But it doesn’t put me any closer to an answer. I don’t pretend that I have all the answers. I don’t even try to pretend that I have any of the answers.

But sometimes, on a good night, I feel like I’m a little closer to understanding. Understanding why you are the way you are. Why I’m this way. I’m not quite there… But I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on. I can work out a lot of things on my own, when I write.

I don’t have a hidden agenda when I write. I’m just myself. No tricks. No games. I don’t try to pretend that I am something that I am not. I don’t want your sympathy, your empathy or even your admiration. What I like best is when you read me, and you tell me you know exactly how I feel. You knew a girl just like that in school. You were bullied too. You know who the Circle Jerks are. 

It’s that sense of community, of writers and readers, that makes blogging so much fun. And supporting each other. That’s important too. Raising people up, instead of trying to put them down. Your comments here and elsewhere have meant more to me than you’ll ever know.

Looking for answers. Writing was my salvation in school and it’s still my passion today. In fact, it’s even my career. I’ll keep writing, and I hope you’ll keep reading. And I think, after all this time, that I may be getting closer to an answer.

At least, I’d like to think so.