Compromised Intellegence

I sit quietly in my home scanning through tomorrow’s content and feel this strong urge to purge. I start, then stop, start, then stop… feeling voiceless and frustrated. I could scream for a 1,000 years and make all the noise in the world. Stop traffic, become violent, scream obscenities, destroy property, play by the rules, do what is required, stay within the lines and still get the same result.

I got it wrong..

I have always been seen as the know-it-all type. The brainy smurf of multiple encounters & the truth is I didn’t care. It wasn’t until about two years ago, that I realized that flexing your intelligence – simply because you can … can create a bunch of hardships and hard feelings that you were never expecting or prepared for.

I know, I know, I didn’t learn from Brainy smurf getting punted out the village on every episode. I should’ve, but I got it wrong. As time progressed, I started to grow weary of being punted at a moments notice. I got tired of not being appreciated for the valued information I was giving. It caused me to do something that is hard for me to do. SHUT THE HELL UP!

It was then that I actually got the real lessons, the real meat, and potatoes of the human experience. It caused me to change my approach not only to life and the rest of the people I find myself here with, but also my approach on how I address the rest of my life.

Turning my back and opening my eyes

It has been a minute since I came on this side of things and decided to have a chat with the world. Mainly due to time, and complete writers block. I used to love writing, I remember being all of 13 writing stories that fit the era of the world I was living in. However, as I grew older my writing slowly became a vehicle of not only my imagination, but also my frustration.

As time faded like pictures, it stopped being about my imagination and purely about my frustration.

Eventually, I found myself despising the very thing I loved. I would open up word and have a ton of great ideas only to have no desire to put them to paper. They would solely be locked up inside of me.

I tried to get back into the swing of things once the importance of blogs surfaced. Tried to monetize it, you know, let that be my motivation to post. I failed at that miserably. Now I am taking it back. Taking it back to be the point of my imagination, instead of my frustrations.

You are more like your parents than you care to admit.

Ms. Ronnie Spector – Ok this is cute big hair *gags* oh crap did I just say that.. oh god!

We have all heard this and shuttered at the thought. Especially when we look through old photos of big hair, double knit paints, wide bell bottoms, ultra nut-choking shorts,

AHHHHHH *RUNS SCREAMING*

shaggy hair, over applied make-up.. OMG.. THE HORROR *SCREAMS!*

*calms herself*

The truth of the matter is… it’s true. While our sense of style may not be exactly the same, it does