Diary of a Mad Potter

I meant to post one on my birthday, but that didn't work out. I'm really bad at this, aren't I?

April 20 was my 41st birthday and I found myself reverting to the maturity level of 20 years ago. Or, have I been here all the time and I didn't even know it? I keep questioning myself lately, and I'm even finding myself getting tired of it and wanting to slap myself.

In reality, I am fairly certain my life isn't going the way I always thought it would, and wanted it to be. I find myself trying to decide if I should compromise or fight even harder. It's tough to give up your dreams.

The light may not be dying...but I find myself wanting to "Rage, rage" against it anyway.

ARGH...snap out of it!!!

Hey, is anyone reading this stuff anyway? It would be nice to know...

I know...two blog entries within a month of each other...don't faint.

I find myself torn between discussing only deep, important-type topics, or turning this into a diary showcasing all of my inner ickiness. I find that I have lately been desiring to rant on and on about some personal crap goin on.

Unfortunately, if all you do is post things in your blog that bother you personally, you appear a sad loser with nothing to do but rail away at life's unfairness. For me, I don't feel the need to blather on when things are going well, but when life is sucking....whoaaaaaaaaa...

It's kind of like lancing the emotional boil (pleasant image, right?). If I express the heck out of what is bringing me down, I get rid of it...or at least move it out of the front of my mind temporarily.

Regretably, my dear friends, I am unwilling to showcase what I fool I can be at times. You'll have to be content with knowing that I just had a REALLY crappy weekend.

Moving on...or at least I hope to...