There are some blogs out there that are perfect. Not in terms of the design, but more of the content that the writer posts. They journal their daily lives – like I do – but their lives revolve around happy thoughts and happiness. It’s almost as if their lives are, well, perfect, which is frankly a little unreal.
I know that your blog is only but an aspect of who you are. It doesn’t sum up your life and your personality. But I believe that a blog is an extension of your identity, it is a written representation of you. If all you ever write about are beautiful, shiny things, then the natural thought is that you lead a beautiful, shiny life, right? If you never speak of struggles or problems, then I can’t learn from you or empathise with you. I cannot connect with you.
Perhaps these people do lead blessed lives or are able to see the positive in every situation. Unfortunately, I am not one of these writers. I have been existing in an emotional flux for a long time now and it shows on this blog. I get angry and angsty – and all of you read about it. There are people who think that I am “emo”, which is a fair enough assessment, I suppose. But I am not going to censor what I write simply to create a positive impression of myself. This blog exists because I love writing and the writing here takes an honest look at my life.
You can not like me based on what I write, that’s fine. But I’m not here to please you nor will I paint a pretty picture of myself when life is often tough and downright ugly.
I shot the Battlestar Galactica ride with my Holga at Universal Studios Singapore. Pity it was closed – the whole area was the highlight of my day!
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Personally, I gravitate towards blogs that are first honest before finding affinity in perspectives/opinions. And your blog has a raw quality that I enjoy. No need for unicorns, cupcakes, butterflies and rainbows if you’ve got heart.
So, are you human or Cylon?
Oh, I’m neither. I’m a Starbuck. Who exists in a category of her own. 🙂
I can’t believe the Battlestar Galactica ride is still closed. It’s been closed forever.
And as much as all these type of swoon-worthy ‘tumblr’ photos seem incredibly alluring, I can never relate. I wonder how it’s like to be that type of a person sometimes, it seems impossible to keep up feeling all ‘unicorns, cupcakes, butterflies & rainbows’ tho, quoting Iconoclastic.