So I've been browsing around on blogger hoping to find one of those sublimely witty and horribly offensive blogs written by liberals in California or something (as this is why I joined this community), but so far everything I've come upon has been able to fit the characteristics of three categories:

1. Some New Mom And Her Awesome!! Family

• Has pictures of Awesome!! Family all over blog
• 0 comments per entry
  
• Christian, usually
• Does not use words harder than, well, AWESOME!!
• Very peppy short sentences, reading level of a fifth grader
• A typical entry: "Kaleigh and I went to the Fair today! It was sooo fun! She threw up on my Armani shoes after I fed her five corn dogs, so I was a little sad. [picture of Armani shoes pre-vomit] I would have put a picture of Kaleigh too but this is her punishment for throwing up!! We are planning to go to the zoo on Friday! Cool right??"

2. Food/Arts/Crafts/Jewelry/Whatever

• Usually has 4-5 comments per entry due to actual enthusiasts in craft (No one cares about babies.)
• Still boring....
• Pictures of food/jewelry/etc...
  

3. Foreign Bloggers

• Dude..they're writing in another LANGUAGE. How is this interesting?!

And so concludes my analysis (effort clearly going down the drain after first category). I still hate the world.

I hate the world.

Granted, we all get angry.

I don't know if something has changed in me but recently I find myself repressing my anger to points that the slightest drop of a pin will set me off like someone has completely ruined my life. I don't know if the relative degree of anger-provocations I've been exposed to this year has increased by far, because the repercussions definitely illustrate, but I'm thinking that I'm just expressing it in a more destructive way. I think I used to let my anger trickle down through short bouts of aggressive depression, while now I keep around on twinkle toes even when things miff me, relegating them to a giant hot pot of explosives just waiting around for someone to accidentally brush up against. I think I'm going to become one of those people that are scary to be around because you're afraid that they will blow up and start SCREAMING at you for no reason whatsoever, and that isn't exactly my ideal vice.

Does 'talking it out' really help? For some matters yes but most nuances simply can't be released in a civil manner, as I've come to see. I have tried countless methods of keeping my cool...but there are times when my intent becomes almost murderous.

I don't like speaking about the things that make me most angry because it gives off a sense of insecurity, and while I'd just like to resolve everything by going "ALSKJL:KASJD:ALKSJD....LKASJDLKJASLKJSDLKJLCMNDLKJFDALKJWQ...ASKJDLKASJDLKASJD...", there's no real world application in that.

Well, fuck it.

ALSKJDLKASJDLASK:SLADJKS:ALDKJDS:LKJSA:CMnd:lskfj:lskdfj:alskdj:lawkj:lkdajs:alksjd:alksjdxmC
ASL:KJDMCL:DKSJFL:KJAD:LAKSJD:LAKSDJ:ALSKDJ:ASLKDJA:SLKDJ:ALSKDJ:SLDKJANDSW:OIEOIUWQJDFL:ASLD"ASLKDJXMC

Generally, the words pour from me.
The sheer amount washes over my head and I struggle to breathe in my self-created deluge, drenched to a point where I develop gills and eventually start swimming with the current, steadily until I reach my final destination.

This is not one of those times.

Blogger is intimidating.

I'm uneasy with having the possibility of readers outside my ring of incredibly bored peers, the provided template that isn't an utter eyesore, and yet another way to whittle away time better spent reading the idiotic banter of teenagers on social networking websites.

I feel like I'm meeting someone new, not someone so lowbrow who I will lord my undue elitism over, not someone so high that I cannot possibly match them, but a formidable match.

The wit will be spewing next time, I promise.