I am often looked at as "stupid, with no life".... and knowing that I blog, well, it just adds to the sess pool. For those who entertain the thought that gidget has something extraordinary on her mind,....well, you lead me to believe that you do think well of me. But I know you don't. NO, this is not a "pity me" blog, but rather, a defining moment in gidget's history. You see, I am sometimes surrounded by "do-gooders" who really want to pay attention, want to make me believe I make sense, or that I do mean something in this world. But its not right, and not fair to make me believe all of this, when I know all of you guys don't believe it yourselves for one minute. So now I ask you this,... any one of you,...
Why do you do it? Why lead me to believe that what I am saying/blogging matters? It doesn't to you,...or you,....or even you *in the back row! *sigh,......
I guess everyone just wants to be heard, and validated. Right? How wonderful it would be to just have a person's attention, if only for a moment, to run amuck with their thoughts, and have them hang on every word, every thought, and not feel responsible for the after math......But what am I saying? Even I don't know.......
I have been silent for soooo long. I thought that I had grown,... my thoughts, my opinions,... I felt like I mattered. And just when I believed all of this, I realized that no one was listening after all. No one cared. What makes one individual more enthralling than the next?
It has been said to me a million times...."you're always there, you listen soooo well,... i can really talk to you,..." But ,.....who's there for me?
Here's a sobering thought,........
I don't need anyone, nor do you. Just when we lean upon someone, they lose balance anyway, get lost in their own selfish drama, so,...?..... Which is a good thing! Ha! It is, because, who better to count on than yourself? You are the one person who will be there, day in day out,..on this crazy road trip through life. And no drugs, counseling, friend, or foe can get you through it better than you. I'm right, aren't I...............................................................?.......
*sigh,...but still,....it'd be nice to be heard,...................................................................
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