Nomadic Nonsense: Jun 19, 2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Mom searches my face, anything you need to tell me? I say, no, meaning, there is nothing. Meaning, there is boat loads. Meaning, I can’t.

What's My Deal?

Even after having this blog for a couple months, I'm still not sure what the purpose of it is. I have no goal, no aim, no topic. That's kind of what I was going for with the title Nomadic Nonsense. It's just a bunch of mumbled, unsorted thoughts that are wandering about in my brain, begging to be put to rest on a piece of paper.. Or a computer screen, it's all the same. I just have a lot of things I like to express, and everything from me sounds better in writing. I like the fact that I don't even know you. I have no idea of what would impress you or what you would like to hear, and so that can't influence how I write. It's not really for you, it's for me. Well, then again, it's totally for you.
I don't know what this blog will mean for you. Maybe nothing, maybe everything.
Things you should know:
1) You know that little ache in your heart, that little part that kind of whispers every once in a while about there being something missing? I know what it's asking for.
2) Me: Don't let anyone tell you you're worthless, because you're not.
You: But I...
Me: I don't care. That doesn't change anything I said.

Just thought maybe someone needed to hear that.

Cool.