In the Mouth of Sorority Madness...

So the idea of censorship sucks...especially when the censoring would be done by yours truly to me,myself, & I. Nooo, I'm not a narcissist at all.


It feels so good to write. Online, where most do not know me and those who do don't give a flying monkey about me or my thoughts, so any danger of my blog posing a threat to me is null and void; practically nonexistent. And thats a good thing! And yes, while I admittedly wish that the idiots I know would grace my blog and at least pretend that they care to know who I am, I simultaneously am secretly loving the fact that candor is on my side. I can be myself (in all of my misunderstood glory) and keep the fear of being "exposed" at bay...at least until my worst fears come true and my blog gets some followers. Until then I'll happily wade in the waters of denial and blab to my heart's content.


My prattle is pretty much that: nonsense that rolls around in my head, seeps out of my pores, and finds its way from my fingertips to the great & powerful OZ...i.e. my blog.


I don't pretend to ever know what I'm talking about and yet, I seem to harbor the wisdom of ages long since forgotten. That I do. My mind is an oracle of sorts just waiting to pour its contents out to the highest bidder. But then no one ever shows up to the auction and therefore my information remains quarantined in my head. Why taint others with something they are not ready to fend off? Because more or less, when you get down to it, all of what I am and everything I know is just too much to handle. so I remain the genie in a bottle floating atop the sea of life.


Hey! Extra, Extra, Read all about it!!! I have a business idea! God has given me Wisdom and with that, the idea for a great business. I'm as psyched as an 80's kid for a Big Mac! Truly 2011 is going to be the best year ever. I'm evolving. Awww! I'm growing up!


And then (in non-chronological fashion) I have also found out something important. Christians that claim to be so loving and all-encompassing are full of bull. I myself am a Christian and in no ways prejudice. But I've found that some people I trusted are just plain racially biased like a lot of Texans. I'm appalled at my findings but being ostracized in three covens and being practically the only brown gal in them, I'm pretty much done. My rationalizations are not just in my head...others have observed the exact same thing from afar. Now what do I do? I'm in (in name only) like Flin. Well, all things considered, I don't need more friends. I can barely handle the one's I've had for years. New people exhaust me. Once I find out that my loyalty has been misplaced (yet again) I just go AWOL. I'm in the race but not of the race. That's okay by me. I'll never be accepted for who I am and I would NEVER want to melt into the crowd (especially a collection of simpletons). I'd rather drink Arsenic and hang myself with old lace. Carey Grant had the right idea in that film. When in doubt, send the nuts to the looney bin. And when all else fails, if you can't beat them, join them...the crazies, that is.


Being normal is WAY overrated.


"Say goodnight, Dick. Goodnight Dick."


~Empress of lost Covens