I don’t like bullies. I’ve written about them before. It’s a subject I talk about often.
I’m also not one for drama. I try my best to avoid conflict, but sometimes the conflict is unavoidable. Sometimes people push and push until it’s required of you to break the silence and speak out against them.
This is such a case.
“You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.”
― Mercedes Lackey
Weakness. We all have it. It’s there, lurking in a shadow. Waiting for that opportune moment. “Do I do this, or do I fall?” It’s not a fault. It’s one of the many traits of being human. Without it, we’re just not.
Concerning weakness and strength, you can not have one without the other. Sometimes weakness is inevitable. Sometimes it’s necessary. Sometimes bending until you break isn’t weakness at all, but a measure of the person you are and the things you’ll do to find peace.
Sometimes it’s strength.
Last year my mother sent me an email of something she had written. I later shared it on my blog. It speaks for itself, so I won’t bore you with details. Enjoy!
(No recording today. I’m in the process of moving across the country.)
Let me just start with a HAHAHAHAHA.
Christ, I had some nerd rage during season one of GoT. Well, me and half the country.
I wrote this in 2011. Rereading it makes me cringe a little. I was mad, guys. Okay? Just like, don’t throw things at me or discredit me as a decent blogger.
Enjoy. (Doubt it.)
So lasts night’s Game Of Thrones episode was something to celebrate. This may actually be my first positive GoT post. (I’ll Time Travel Tuesday the old ones soon.)
BEWARE. THERE BE SPOILERS.
Today I just want to write. I need to write. There is so much in me that I need to get out.
I’m no stranger to change. I’ve grown accustomed to it. My life has been ruled by big change for a very long time. It’s a never-ending cycle prompted by decisions others have made for me or decisions I felt like I had no other choice but to make. For so very long now I’ve been living in someone else’s life. I’ve been extra weight. A trophy. An escape. A filler. I’ve been everything but me.
Last year when I wrote this, I was so lost. I went into it this new change carrying the weight of my past and all of the demons I was living with. I went into it with a hopeful, but false perspective.
I was nominated for Liebster award! For those of you who do not know what this Liebster thing is all about: The Liebster Award is a small token of appreciation given to bloggers for doing what they do best and also a way for bloggers to learn about other bloggers. We are all connected in the great circle of… blogging!
Hey guys! It’s been a while. A week, actually. Last week I launched a new comic and had a pretty big Surviving Azeroth update that took up a lot of my time. All of that on top of some personal offline stuff that hit me, well you can understand why I failed to post anything.
I had a completely different post in mind today. I was going to write about the first song I ever wrote. However, while digging through my old folders to find the song, I stumbled across some terribly depressing journal entries. One is dated 3/2/2004 – written 10 years ago this month. The others are not dated, but judging by what they all say and the fact that I was on Livejournal by the summer of 2004, I’m guessing these were written as early as January 2003 and as late as May 2004.
I’ve decided to share one with you. Warning: Depression, suicide, & metaphorical pause button rant.
I’d like to go back in time and tell you about my girl problems. No, not those kind of problems! Relationship problems.
Recent conversations with a friend has brought up a lot of rage, regret, and confusion on a topic that I’ve not handled well at all. I thought I could push it all to the back of my mind and never pull the memories up again, but after sharing the gist of the story with someone else I realized that avoiding my feelings were doing more harm than good. So, here it goes!
I wanted to thank everyone who came out to my birthday bash and watched the stream, donated, or participated in the events, but I wanted to do it with a little bit of pizzazz.
So here you go. I’m wrote a song!