I do at times... take a chance I mean. My somewhat chaotic head has all sorts of thoughts and ideas that sometimes correspond with reality as most see it.

I get 'accused' of rambling in a non-linear, semi coherent way. Stream of consciousness style, maybe... Yeah OK... guilty I guess. I sort of expect people to have enough savvy to follow, maybe intuit where I'm coming from. But... that may be wishful thinking in the extreme. Most can't be bothered unless it tickles something close to home. Which to me seems to defeat the purpose of the exercise. I actually like to see what others think and feel. Even if it...gasp... differs from my own view. Imagine, someone disagreeing with me! I know, it seems ludicrous... and yet... it happens... go figure.

Lest anyone for a moment here think I take myself just a bit too seriously... sorry haven't figured how to write blowing a raspberry so it 'sounds' right on the page. There I go... intuiting again. Or expecting it ... or something. Sigh.

So... where was I? Ah... I like the My Stories thing... sorry one of those weird segues that occur from time to time, you'll just have to go with the flow. It's nice to be able to see that people have been looking at stuff you've written, long after it got there. Of course it might be nicer to have the odd vote or comment or something. The exception is of course when you have a peek and see... a whole line of zeroes... meaning no ones looked today. Sort of lets the air out a bit.

So... I could post this as a fiction so it's up the top and in ya face... or as a blog meaning it gets bottomed and no one sees it and likely no one reads it. Unless I say something that might, possibly, be construed as controversial or god forbid, political. Ok... deep breath, sorry. I get carried away some times.

Now I'll admit that at times I can get a little oversensitive. Goes with the territory to some degree I think. Still... the old, are you paranoid if people are out to get you... seems to apply. Yes well, I never claimed sanity. Not that I think people are out to get me. But it is very easy to feel disconnected or sidelined because a view or feeling seems, crude or rude or off whatever is current and cool and 'safe'. If safe was an option you'd never leave the house. Then of course instead of being hit by a bus you'd slip in the bathroom and swallow the soap or something.

What?? You're expecting logic. Never was Mr Spock, or even his cousin.

Emotion, feeling, thought... weird and illogical and different for everyone. Yet there are similarities, um... sometimes. Well, so I'm odd. So what. And you're NOT?? You're here aren't you??
Then reading this might tip the scale from slightly eccentric to downright weird. Oh...I see. Worried about others opinions are you? I could say I don't give a damn. Wouldn't be completely true though would it. One of those, take it as it comes things.

So... maybe I should get a Fictioneer page and blog away to my hearts content, secure in the knowledge that no one will see it or read it or care. Safe from sneering condemnation and smug superiority, or worse... casual indifference. But then maybe I don't have the ego for that. Solitude is fine ... up to a point. BC is the best because of what it is and what it means.

Figure that out for yourself. I can't do it for you. We're all adults... supposedly.

Am I getting controversial, or seemingly putting people down? If so it is not intended. I guess I like people to think first before reacting... much like Erins intro notification. So much possibility and so little thought as to how it gets there and what it means. And if you feel moved to disagree with me or tell me I'm a twit... or whatever. Fine, just do so politely. I can take it... I'm a big girl... in a svelt, TG sorta way.
Respectfully (... and yes I mean that)
Kristina