I don't want to be a fulfiller to my own prophecies, but I've ditched Tumblr, momentarily.
I thought the wiser (think-before-you-type) photo-journalist in me would shine it's luminescent ego brighter than my young story-telling self, but -- to be honest -- I wasn't comfortable from the get-go.
Finding a theme that felt like me on Tumblr was harder
than slicing already sliced bread.
I mean it. Never again.
I've realized that I love my words -- I love them!
I love writing nonsense.
I love writing to an audience that doesn't exist,
BECAUSE it's MY way of controversially expressing myself.
It's MY freedom, and I can't fully express myself solely through pictures.
I'm overly-dependent on words.
In fact, I'm as to clauses, semi-colons, and commas,
as Paris Hilton is to her dog and the word: "hot."
It just is that way.
*On another note*:
My life is much better these days.
I'm getting back into philanthropic-mode. It's awesome.
And I have this guy I met the other day to thank for it.
He didn't even really do anything. All he did was tell me that he was
studying Human Rights and asked if I went on Tuesday...
Mind you, if my brain had little people living in it, they'd all be doing cart-wheel's and back-flips.
(It was the Tuesday part that got me. Who'd have thought
I'd meet ANYONE that would've gone on Tuesday.
Something like a needle in a hay-stack.)
I may be over-exaggerating, but I think that morning was the most inspirational morning of the entirety of my life. Yes, definitely over-dramatic, but you get the picture.
If I never get to thank you in person, Mystery-Man-kind-of, I'll do it here.
Thanks.
When Craig Kielburger and I get married, you're more than welcomed to sit at table 2.
