My blog.. *sigh* Dramz.

I think the point of my blog has been misconstrued. It is something I share my feelings on. I'm happy to have people disagree with me. My feelings have rocked the boat in my family so I moved it. I see that one or two managed to find it or followed it from the link on my myspace (the ones who have added me which is all but one sister) I notice she is among my most devoted readers. I'm not sure why because we agree on very little. I think the warning at beginning pretty much sums up that this is my place to say whatever I want and being the great country of America I get to do that. It's easy to avoid but if IP block is necessary, I can do that too.
At first I vented, but I realize that many people who so opposed President Obama are going to keep resurrecting the same B.S. It's annoying, amusing and frightening. But he's an eternal optimist and I am going to continue my faith in his choices. Obviously it couldn't be worse than the last administration if you put Bin Laden in office. I have started having to fact check now because I can't just vent. I have to know what I'm talking about now. It takes A LOT longer. Because the readership has grown huge beyond my belief. As I stated a while back I've gotten an international following and I am trying for Antarctica. It's the only continent I lack. The last few posts have been fairly positive and shows many sides of me: what I do, and why I am who I am. I am not a pleasant person, I know that, and become less so all the time. I see my niece read yesterday's blog. I dearly hope she found it on her own, but she didn't follow the link from her Myspace, so HOW she found it....I dunno. The alternative is a bit horrifying to me. I invite everyone to comment your opposing views. I understand hometown loyalty, I feel it too. I waited 'til age 18 to learn about myself and I'm still learning. I hear the gossip out of the town I went to school in and no one could make this stuff up. It seriously out dramas Desperate Housewives. And the point of that blog was that other people see the pretentiousness of the town. They are so competitive that people who came to games from out of town had tires slashed and cars keyed, BY THE ADULTS! It's a long running joke. I thought the joke was funny because it's true, understated, but true. I have self image issues and I always will, but I qualify for Mensa. WAY qualify. The number is high. I didn't get that from HS. I did that on my own and I'm proud of it. I'm guessing it's why the blog is pretty popular and I debate very intelligent people all the time. They always agree on one thing: I'm entitled to my opinion and my disclaimer covers it.
Just remember this: I know who comes here. I know what site you come from or if you have me bookmarked. I also know where you go when you leave. I'm pretty honest here. And a lot smarter than many count on.
Again to my niece: I love you and I miss talking to you. You are the youngest of a bunch of nieces that occasionally come to me to vent. I love you and I think I've always made that very clear to you and I can't begin to describe how beautiful you are and how I love your laugh and your smile. I see when you are sad sometimes and it makes me sad. I didn't gain any self-esteem from your hometown. That is my story. It sounds as if yours is different. You are off to a better start than I was and I won't deny that that was very likely my fault entirely. When you write your story of who you are and why, it will be through different eyes and that is a beautiful thing. But most importantly, I need you to understand that your hometown didn't make me a happy person. That was years before you were born. YOU are beautiful and you make me smile every time I see you. I love you more than I can even tell you.