Thursday 30 December 2010
Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.
Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.: "I am going to begin this blog in a very honest manner, and that is the way that I intend to carry on. So here goes... Cliche I know but I ..."
A little Introduction.
I am going to begin this blog in a very honest manner, and that is the way that I intend to carry on. So here goes...
Cliche I know but I do like writing, just a little. When I was 12 my parents split and it was the end of my life as I knew it, how very selfish of them to ruin my life just because they don't love each other, making not only parents evening even more dreaded than what it was already, but making Christmas a very awkward time as well. At the time I went through a stage of hating anyone and anything that crossed me, I used to sing 'Family Portrait' by Pink at my parents when they argued (the omen comes to mind) all-in-all I was a very reflective 12 year old inexperienced and rather dramatic little teenager pondering on what I saw as the end of my life (no further comment needed!). I stumbled across this embarrassing book of 'memoirs' the other day (who did I think I was?), and cringed at every last ridiculous little word of it. 'when your heart breaks...', 'love is a strange thing', 'So picture this'...seriously?! Thank GOD for natural development and maturity. So I could only come to one conclusion from my horrid little ramblings that I found (which I might post on here one day just for comedy effect!) ...pretentious little brat. No, well yes. But in some way, shape, or form, I needed to repent for my crime against writing, and confessing in a church was a little too in character of the 12 year old me, dramatic, so it looks like I'm going to be writing this blog for a while (at least until I look back in retrospect and start to cringe again) ....
Cliche I know but I do like writing, just a little. When I was 12 my parents split and it was the end of my life as I knew it, how very selfish of them to ruin my life just because they don't love each other, making not only parents evening even more dreaded than what it was already, but making Christmas a very awkward time as well. At the time I went through a stage of hating anyone and anything that crossed me, I used to sing 'Family Portrait' by Pink at my parents when they argued (the omen comes to mind) all-in-all I was a very reflective 12 year old inexperienced and rather dramatic little teenager pondering on what I saw as the end of my life (no further comment needed!). I stumbled across this embarrassing book of 'memoirs' the other day (who did I think I was?), and cringed at every last ridiculous little word of it. 'when your heart breaks...', 'love is a strange thing', 'So picture this'...seriously?! Thank GOD for natural development and maturity. So I could only come to one conclusion from my horrid little ramblings that I found (which I might post on here one day just for comedy effect!) ...pretentious little brat. No, well yes. But in some way, shape, or form, I needed to repent for my crime against writing, and confessing in a church was a little too in character of the 12 year old me, dramatic, so it looks like I'm going to be writing this blog for a while (at least until I look back in retrospect and start to cringe again) ....
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