Bring it on.

This it not the first blog I have had, the first was several years ago, I posted one article with the intention of writing more but of course I never did. I found that I would spend hours thinking about what to write but never actually doing any writing. I had many things that I wanted to say, but what should I write first. My initial thoughts were to give a brief autobiography of who and what I am but thought better of it because in doing so I could actually in ways that I won’t go in to at this time harm the two people that are closest to me. I am also painfully aware that my ability to write in a coherent way was/is limited be by my dyslexia. The thought of having to write a letter or note in the place know as the real world brings me out in a sweet. I was also aware that the people most likely to read my blog would seize any opportunity to rip me a second or third arsehole and honestly I couldn’t blame them. As I type this I am thinking why am I doing this, some say their blog is simply an outlet for themselves and it for no one else which is of course in most cases utter rubbish because if it was just for them they would keep a personal diary, readers are important, will I have any, do I want to open myself up to ridicule, ridicule is something that I am used to on Usenet I set myself up for it and thrive on it I basically don’t give a shit there, being a cunt is easy, although lately its been harder as I find arguing both tiring and tedious. Being nice is so much harder because you have to force it at times when you really aren’t in the mood because people expect something from you when you are nice.