The Unleashing

Finally. A Blog.

But what to do with it. what to do… *strokes imaginary thinking beard*

We all have that insatiable need to share our thoughts. Men. (admit it big guy) Women. (no duh we do!)Young and Old. We all have a little something in here *points to gut* that just wants to come out, wants to be introduced to the world. Problem is, sometimes the world isn’t always ready. Sometimes, its not the right time. Sometimes, theres no right person to tell it to. Sometimes, no one wants to listen. All the time, society dictates the appropriateness of such things.

So we tame those little thoughts and postpone their unleashing for another time.

I don’t claim to be any different. Like everyone else, I love to talk (a lil bit more than I should even) but unlike most of everyone else, I am particularly careful with what I unleash. At this point, most people who know me would disagree and claim that I am as random as they come and that, filters do not exist for a mouth like mine. Little do they know, I choose to be perceived that way. It’s much easier to get what you want out of people when they think they’ve figured you out. But let’s reserve that for another post.

Where was I? Hmm… *imaginary thinking beard semi-stroke* Ah. Yes.

Those little thoughts of mine that have been carefully chosen not to be shared with the world that I’ve worked so hard to create, those little thoughts that yearn to be unleashed are usually shared with an intimate few — notable not for their beauty, not for their strength, not even for their intellect but simply for the kindredness of our souls. People that I know would accept whatever comes out of here *points to gut* with the least judgement imaginable. Spread across my life (literally spread — across oceans, across time, across gender, across sexuality, across cultures, across religion, you get my drift)like little puzzle pieces, they are my support system.

BUT Reality has reminded me recently (cruelly and abruptly BTW, but then again, how else is reality supposed to be?) that human support systems are unreliable in the sense that you can’t keep them forever, part of being human is changing, evolving, becoming. And when you can’t keep up with the change, you have to allow yourself to let go.

So now, I have a blog. A little something that’s my own. A little place I can just be me. REALLY. A place where those thoughts can be unleashed and roam around freely — reality and society can sit back and enjoy. :)