New movie called Adam

I went to see the new movie called Adam. It is about a young man with Asperger's who falls in love with his next door neighbor. I'm sure you can find the trailer for the movie on YouTube or through google.

The movie was very good. I would give it a 8 out of 10. I just wish the ending was different. I won't give the ending away, but I will say that it seemed to end with you wondering, or incomplete I should say. Then again it could just be my opinoin or my Autism (laughing).

For the most part Adam was an accurate description of what it is like to live with Asperger's. The reason why I would say for the "most part" is because certain area's was a little much, while some area's lacked the raw emotion of what it is like to be a person with Asperger's and stressed, depressed,angry,happy,sad etc. But all in all the moive was great! I have seen it twice so far.

Once with a couple of friends and Phil and uncle don, the second time was with my Aged In Asperger group that I am a group leader in. Everytime I see the movie it feels like the first time.

I guess the reason for the blog about the movie is that it really made me thing about myself alot. How much I can see myself in Adam. For the first time I felt as if I could identify myself with a character in a movie, and really understand what that character is going through. The first time ever I really understand a movie and what was going on. Don't get me wrong I can watch any movie and "understand" whats going "on" but I could never really understand the character themselves. Adam was different, I really could relate to him. I understand the pain, the confusion, the not being able to understand people that are arround you and really to just understand what it is like to be an "adult".

I think people who really want to understand Asperger's and how people with it view the world should watch the movie. It was a real eye opener for my husband as well. He really understands now why at times I can't explain myself the way I wish I could. I told him the reason why I enjoy the computer is because on here I can really let my thoughts flow the same way a "normal" person would be able to let their thoughts flow when they talk. With me there is alot of sensory stimulation going on around me and I then I can't talk what I am thinking, but here on the computer I can tune everything out and just let my mind flow to what I want to say. So for Phil to see the Adam movie really helped to show him that when I so call "melt down" because of something the best thing for him to do is to let me be and just let me work through it, rather then badger me to tell him what is going on.

My favorite part of the whole movie is when he is cleaning his neighbors windows hanging from the outside of the bulding after she told him she couldn't see the night sky. It sounds like something I would do because someone side they couldn't do or see something I would want to fix it because I think that is why they are telling me it. I don't think of it as they are telling me as a statement or a general conversation, to me and my brain they are telling me becasue they want me to fix it. I am very litterall at times and that can be very funny to watch. I have learned to just laugh at myself, because if I don't laugh at myself I think I would drive myself crazy!!

Well, go see the movie Adam!! If you would like here is a link to my group called Aged In Asperger Hope: http://agedinaspegerhope.weebly.com/

Jessie <3>

Pretending to Be Normal

What is "normal"? The word at the very center of our everyday conversations with people about other people. "He isn't normal." "why doesn't she act normal?" "Is that normal?" "Well, that person can't be normal because they just blah blah blah." Do we really know what normal means? Do we even understand it so totally that we can encompass it into our everyday use? How do we know if we are even normal ourselves? Do doctors,therapist,psychologist,etc begun to understand what normal really is? According to the Webster NORMAL-http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/normal after reading all those definitions for normal, I'm about as UN NORMAL as they come!!! Hence why I "pretend to be normal"


Yes, pretend to be normal. How you may say? Or even why would I want to do that or do I do that? Because it is so much easier to "conform" to society's rules of what is normal then to really be free to be myself. If I was to be myself many people would think I was a lot worse then I am with my disorder. So many people (friends,family) still don't see my problem because I don't let them. I don't want to deal with the questions any more. I don't want to hear about help anymore, I don't want to be nagged to death to stop doing something that I enjoy (like flapping,or rocking,or just zoning out). So I pretend to be normal when I with others. I sit there, listen, talk a few words,try and look them in the eye and then I go about my merry way. Once I'm alone I can finally feel free. Free to flap,jump,spin,laugh,rock,zone,stim out to my little heart is so content that I am glowing with joy. No need to look anybody in the eyes, no need to try and figure out what the heck they are saying that makes no sense. I can just relax my mind and feel free in my own world.


Then again is it normal to suppress yourself? Is that what being normal really is being about??? To suppress the very essence of your soul just to make others happy?? To feel as if everything you do has to be thought out, am I talking right? Did I say anything I wasn't supposed to? Did I look at them when I spoke to them? Did I stand to close to the person, do I say hello or do I wait, hold the door open for the person or just let it close? See what comes so natural for everyone Else is so cumbersome for me. I literally have to think out things before I do them. Even talking. If you ask me a question half the time the real answer i want to tell you doesn't come to me until about 3 minutes after you ask the question, but for "normal" sake I just have a whole bunch of little back up answers that I use for everyday conversations, because I know that if people had to wait for me to give them the answer they would think 1. i didn't hear them 2. i was being rude by not answering them or 3. i was zoning out and they would try to call my name as I am trying to give them the answer. So I have the good old backup which are: yes, no, may be, I don't know, yep everything is fine thanks, sounds good to me, OK, no problem, sure I'll do it, uh-huh, and my favorite the smile and nod. So if talking and answering questions wasn't enough, lets add in my body in space. Meaning that my spatial awareness is very off and my balance STINKS..spatial awareness is the kinesthetic understanding of the space around you as well as how your body moves through the space. My understanding of the space around my body is about as much as a 5 year old understands Einsteins theory of relativity. I am always bumping into something,knocking something down, tripping over my own feet,falling UP the stairs, hopping all over the place trying to get pants on, bumping into people in the stores, etc. So I walk on my toes at times because it helps me to feel myself better, I feel my body better because of the pressure. The down side of this is two fold. 1. it can ruin your feet and really hurt them later in life and 2. our great understand of NORMAL is that people don't walk on their tippy toes! So, when in public i try to walk the normal way feet on the ground one in front of the other blah blah...and what happens?? I trip, I fall, i knock into people..but all this can be fixed if I COULD JUST BE MYSELF!!!! Once I'm on my tip toes I feel that pressure and know where my feet are. As far as the rest of my body you may ask? Well that's a different story..I have to think about what I'm doing before I do it basically it's as simple as that. I just have to think about it before i do it to prepare my body to do it.
NORMAL? I think not. I rather think I am the complete opposite of normal. I even think on a different level then most "normal" people. I am much more logical then other people, I don't see the point of debating with someone over small nothings, or even larger things. Everyone has a right to their opinions and to be able to think differently as long as it makes logical sense. I can't see the point of using foul language to get a point across (If you have to use curse words to increase your vocabulary function then I think it's time you went back to school to learn a few words instead of using foul language which only makes you sound like someone who is ignorant rather then intelligent), I don't understand why people talk about the same subject or problem over and over again even 10 years after it happens. It happened get over it or deal with it when it happens don't constantly bring it up and waste time with things that don't make a difference now. I can't see the reason behind people talking so LOUD to make a point. Is talking louder really going to get others to listen to you? No, it's only going to make them want to not listen to the person. My other favorite is when people don't listen to reason or logic. If someone is telling you something that makes good logical sense why not listen to them? How about the person who says they do everything because they just want to do it with nothing in return? Why say it to another person if you don't want anything? You wouldn't. You would just keep your mouth shut and do it. So I think differently then most people. Even my own gender. I don't think with emotion I think with logic. I rationalize my thoughts, I just don't go with the flow.
So when I hear the word "normal" it really drives me haywire because 80% to 95% of people are not normal at all. Just look around at how many people do things that make no sense at all. Is it normal to buy your dog clothes? Clothes for a dog? COME ON NOW!! Dogs don't NEED clothes, put we put our emotions into them and think that they do. Why? Because we feel our dogs can feel like we do, think like we do and want like we do. Reality check...THEY DON'T! They are an animal, the think on instinct not emotions. How about the many people who so obsessed with having to have the new craze..say the IPOD,IPHONE,or the many other IProducts out there. Everyone has to have one. Why? Because it's part of that "herd" mentality. If so and so has one I have to have one. That's not normal, that playing follow the leader that can't even lead him or herself down a one way street.
So the next time you think your "normal" may be you should think twice and remember nobody is normal. We are who we are, and we just need to understand each other better rather then judging others who don't fit your standard of normal.

Different?

"Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see, It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, It doesn't matter much to me." "No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. that is you can't, you know, tune in but it's all right. That is I think it's not too bad." ~Strawberry Fields by John Lennon,Paul Mccartney.


I can relate very well to the lyrics in this piece. I have felt this way my whole life. I feel like as if I am living with eyes closed so to say. That no one really understands what I feel except those in my Aspergers group. Yes Aspergers. It is a form of Autism, I am Autistic. I accept it 100% because I always knew I was different. A lot of people don't know this about me..I guess because I "pull it off" as they say. Even as a young child of 3 years of age. I guess most people would not remember being 3, yet I do. I can remember names,dates,places,numbers,textbooks everything that is being said to me I can repeat back to the person even months later. It is like my mind records things and never lets me forget them. In ways in can be good. My mother told me that at age 2 I was reading the childhood encyclopedias. By age 3 I know I was different. I didn't talk like the other children my age. I remember my mom taking me to the mall to go to the toy store to pick out any toy I wanted for my birthday. I remember going into the store, and BAM!! That's when it hit me. The lights, the noise, the people all talking at once hitting me left and right. My body and ears felt like it was on fire. I just remember reacting like a scared animal. I ran I hid under one of the shelves with my hand on my ears and rocking. It was that typical fight or flight response we all have. I guess mine was to flight rather then fight (laughing). I can remember my mom looking at me with a puzzled look. After some coaxing from my mother she was able to get me out and held my hand as we walked the store. I could see the children talking to their parents, laughing, enjoying themselves. I on the other hand was so overwhelmed with the sensory stimulation that I could barely even make nosies. My mom would say "See, look at that teddy bear. Do you want it?" "Tell mommy." I couldn't do it. I just looked at her. She was patient with me. After about 30 minutes of trying to get me to pick a teddy bear and get me to talk to her. I finally left the store with my first love. Oliver. He was a stuffed animal. Medium in size, heart's on his cheeks a blue one and a pink one, a sailor hat, and sailor outfit. I got his name from the book Oliver Twist that I had read the week before. I was so happy. Once in the parking lot, I was finally able to get away from the noise and I gave my mom a big hug. Oliver and I became best friends. Oliver believe it or not showed me as I look back now as an adult how routine my life was and is even now. Oliver went EVERYWHERE with me. I guess he helped me to not feel so "unsafe" so to say when out of the environment of my house, see everything looks different to me. Things you see normal I don't. It's like LCD but without taking the drugs. On a bad sensory day everything is all messed up, things are so loud it's like someone turned up the volume and forget to tell me how to lower it. Lights are super bright like the sun, even my body can't handle being touched. It's as if all of my 5 senses gained some sort of superman/superwomen power. So in theory Oliver was the only thing didn't change, and hence helped me to feel "safe". I remember one time I was about 5years old, we had to go to Coney Island Hostpital in Brooklyn, New York because my great grandmother was very sick. So I brought Oliver along with me, again what esle is new! I had fallen alseep in the ER, We finally got home about mightnight. My mom got me ready for bed, and as I was laying down I looked over and realized at that point Oliver was gone!!! Well, let's just say it felt like the world was crashing down around me. I let out a scream that I swear was going to wake up all of NYC. I started to cry and cry "I want my Oliver, I want my Oliver, I can't sleep without Oliver. I always sleep with Oliver.First you say goodnight to me then you say goodnight to Oliver. I can't sleep without Oliver." I was shaking and crying. Almost as if my body was going through withdrawlers. My poor father drove all the way back to Brooklyn at 1230 in the morning. He finally got home at 1 in the morning, with Oliver in his hand. I was still crying when he came into the bedroom. He handed me Oliver and I was finally able to relax my body. I developed more and more routines as I got older, because things started to get more complicate. From that day on we always made sure if I went with Oliver we left with Oliver. It's almost like OCD but different yet the same. If that makes any sense at all. As I got older fast forwarding to about 12 years of age Oliver become less needed, I found another coping mechanizem. My computer. I first got my computer from my mom and dad when I was 12. My computer become my new routine. Oliver was still with me of course only I just slept with him rather then bringing him with me everywere. I would wake up in the morning the first thing I would do was put my computer on, go to the bathroom, go online, eat breakfast, then shower and get dressed. I would come home from school and I would be in my room from 3pm when I got him until 9pm when I went to bed. I only came out of my room for dinner. I really never spoke to my parents much at all. I guess you are wondering didn't they think anything was wrong with me?! Of course they did. I went from doctor to doctor from age 5 until age 12 when they told my parents I had ADHD (Attention deficet Hyper Disorder) as the first axis and I had PDD-NOS (Pervesive develomental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) as axis 2. PDD-NOS is on the Autism specturm. Autism is a spectrum disorder meaning that there are different levels of servity. Think of it as a number line. Classic Autism or Kenners Autism or Low Functioning autism is on the left of the number line then you go from there. Mild Autism, High Functioning Autism PDD-NOS and then Aspergers. Some doctors will say that High Functioning autism is aspergers. Personaly I don't bunch it togather and would wish they wouldn't either. A lot of my friends who I speak to that fall all over the specturm also are tired of people bunching things togather or trying to box us or say we are rain man. I guess that is why I wanted to write a blog about my Autism and Autism in general. So I was digonised with PDD-NOS and ADHD. At age 13 I went to High School and was in special ed classes and some main stream classes as well. Kids are kids and so they pick on you if your in special ed. Why? I don't know. I guess because it's easier to pick on people that may be different, to feel better, to show off..Who knows why. It never did bother me much. I wasn't really much into making friends anyway. I was more of the study hard person, more mature for my age then most. Social things were never really intriging for me. So the less social things I had to do the happier I was. Inbetween my days off from school and some days after school, I went to a lot of therapy places for my Autism. Speech, physcially therapy, ect. Speech therapy was always the hardest for me. They (the doctors there), are really nice, but it was always stressful for me. They wanted me to look into their eyes when I talked to them. They would point to their face and say my name. They would call my name and see if I looked at them in their eyes, ect. Eye contact for me is very hard. I would say about 85% of my friends in my Autism group agree. We talk about that all the time. It's just that if I look at you in your eyes there is too much information for me to take in all at once. I don't understand facial experssions very well, and so if I have to look at you in your eyes I'm not going to be able to listen to you. I can't do both. So after weeks and weeks of being told to look at them in their eyes, I found a way to make everyone happy. It was an accendent though! One of the therapist Robert (I think that was his name), said "Jess,Jess,Jess,look at me just for a moment." I looked at his nose right where your farhead meets your eyes, and wouldn't you know it! He thought I was really looking in his eyes!! Well, let's just say that everyone was very happy. So even today, I don't look at people in the eyes. They all think I do. (laughing) that's fine with me. It's easier. Physically therapy was a lot eaiser for me to deal with. They helped me to write (hold my pencil better), they trid to stop me from walking on my toes, I use the word TRY because it's something many people don't know about people with Autism. Balance is hard for us. I have to think when I balance myself. Even getting in or out of the shower I have to mentally think about it before I do it. When I get up from a chair or couch I have to mentally think about it before I do it. When I walk I'm thinking about my feet. So walking on my toes helps me to feel more center. I don't do it as much as I used to, I do it on and off now. It's not as bad as it was. Then there was the normal therapy. The one were you go into a room with a therapist and just talk. I think that had to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life! Again, social just isn't my name. It was very hard for me to sit there and try to think of something to say. So a lot of times Robert (yes the same person from before) would start off with what they call an open ended question and let me try and answer it. Sometimes I was able to get out a few sentences other times I would talk for a while. It was hard. After on the way home my head would be killing me. I guess it was a stress headache. Not sure. Robert also had a computer, so a lot of times it was easier for me to talk to him if I was on the computer at the same time. It allowed me to have that "oliver" effect of feeling "safe" when my envoirment was different. I would sit in his office on the computer and he would talk first then it was just easier for me to pick up the conversation. After months of therapy with Robert I was finally able to talk to people outside of my family. Going forward some years by the end of high school, I had made some friends, some of which I am still friends with today. Fast forwarding some more I went to college, and was able to have a GPA of 3.85, I am also part of the National Deans List, Phi Theta Kappa Honor Soceity, and have made more friends.
I guess the best way to explain my Autism is that when I was younger it was a lot worse. Most of my friends that I have now have no idea what I was like. Hand Flapping, rocking, spinning, ect. Therapy has helped me to control some of it. I still hand flap, I just don't do it alot. But if you get me really really happy, or if I do something really stupid I flap. I don't rock back and forth anymore, but I shake my leg at times and rock slightly if I'm standing to long. The only thing I don't do much of anymore is spin, not that I'm older I get dizy,hahaha. I still have a hard time being social, just ask my friends! I don't call them a lot, but they understand me so they know I'm a nut case (laughing). I have an outgoing personality so I guess that has been a factor with my Autism too. I'm not the shy type so I was never afarid of people just didn't know what to say. I also have a hard time expressing certain things at times. It drives my husband nuts, but he is patient with me. I'm sorry if I seem to be bouncing all over the place and not keeping in line with one specfic topic of my autism blame it on the ADHD!!! But after reading this blog when I post another one you will notice the pattern of my thoughts. The other thing that I find very funny about most of us on the specturm is that we all have our "obessions" I should say or our intense subjects we love to talk about,read about,watch,ect. It's like if I find something I like I want to know all about it. Everything I can about it. I guess it is good in a way. I have learned so much about different things through my life because of this. When I was younger it was animals and the human body. So I know A LOT about dogs,cats,small animals,and wolfs. I also know more then most people about the human body. About, the bones,heart,lungs,colds,virus's,ect. My teen years were also known for (dare I say it ) sex...(evil grin) I guess what esle would be new about a teenager and hormones. But unlike a normal teen, I wanted to know everything I could about both the male and female body. So I read so many book,watched porn,read erotic storeis, read sex help books. It was crazy, I thought my parents were going to commit me for obession with sex. But it died down after my 17th birthday. For whatever reason. As I entered my young adult life I become obessed with psychology. I would need two more classes in college to get a degree in psychology. That is how far my love for it went. There are at least 20 different sub catogiers for psychology. There is also depth psychology which studies the unconuisous mind. I have read things from...freud,Jung,Erickson,Skinner,Watson,and so many more.I guess from the years of my childhood up until now in adulthood the 3 or 4 main things that still intrest me would be my love for animals,psycholgoy, and one aspect of the sexual world that I have seemed to take a liking to having to do with domiance and submission.
I also learned as much as I could about myself with Autism. Some of the things I read I wonder were they get it from. All I can say is if you go to wrongplant.net and read a lot of what people with all forms of Autism talk about it would make a lot of people think twice before they want to cure Autism as if it was something so horriable. I have my problems, who doesn't?!?! I have come a long way since being a small child. I still see that small child inside of me at times. I still have my rough times and their are days that I don't want to talk to anyone and I just want to be in my world, a place I feel like I can be free. Other days I can handle anything, just like everyone esle. I take one day at a time and I just roll with it. I still have my routines even now as an adult. I have my times on my computer, my days I eat certain things for dinner, and shows I always watch (game shows). I think the only thing really annyoing about autism and sensory issues is not being able wear what I want. I can't deal with certain fabrics. They just send me to the moon (so to say not literrally for all my autistc friends reading my blog). Not being able to be around large crowds for more then a few hours, and just being misunderstood at times. The good things that come out of my autism, is the fact that I am very much a rule follower. If you tell me something I do it the way you said it. If you tell me don't say anything I dont say anything. I keep my promises all the time 100% never broke one in my life ever. If I have to be somewere I am there on time, unless of course Phil is the one driving there hahaha or uncle donny is going, then we might be a little late. I enjoy helping people because I really do enjoy helping, with out any hidden motives. I don't have hidden motives, I just say what I want,need,ect. I guess that's a good thing. So I hope maybe some of you learned something about me, autism, and the nutty world I live in!!!

***Jessie***

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Getting To Know Your Blogger (Myself)

Everyone has blogs about their lives, their family, ect. You read their blogs and yet you really don't know who they are. Well, I thought before I start really blogging I would let you know some more about me. So I hope you enjoy the basic information and mybe the odd little quirks that I may have as you read on. I found the survey on a different website. I did not come up with this survey. Just answering it honestly.

*BASIC*

Name: Jessica Brady

Birthdate: 9-18-1982

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown (but I can act blonde)

Height: 5'5

Left handed or right handed: Right handed, but I can use either hand for writing,eating,ect. I choose to use my right more often. But can use both at anytime. :)

Nicknames: Jess.Jessie.Biscuit (don't ask! LOL). Princess.


*WHAT'S MY??*

Sign: Virgo

Favorite Food: Chicken Parm or Steak with a baked potatoe YUMMY!!

Favorite Drink: Gin and coke (but being I have been sober for 3 years it has to be diet dr.pepper)

Fears: Heights, and failure

*HAVE I EVER?!?!*

Drank: Yes, a lot I would say in the days that I was drinking. I had a very bad drinking problem. I am sober now for 3 years. Each year that goes by helps me to see that I never needed to drink in the first place, I was just insecure.

Smoke: Yes I do smoke. I am telling myself to quit. I know I just have to do it, but that is so easy to say. Now I have to place it into action.

Skinny Dipped: Yes I have. Wayyy back when, with my cousin. Her and I went to the lake and just jumped in butt naked!! I will say, it was very fun. Freeing even!! HAHA

Had Sex: I am married, which also means I don't get it as often as I would like it!! If I had my way it would be at least twice a day. (smile)

**DO I??**

Shower Daily: Of course. At times twice a day. Depending on the weather.

Sing in the shower: No, I like to shower and get out. haha

Swear: At times I do. If I am very very upset yes. Mostly no. I like to keep that under wraps.

Believe in yourself: Yes I do. I believe, I can do most things I decide to do if not all.

Want to have kids: (I plead the fifth on this question).....HAHA...Ok, Yes and No. This is a tough question for me. I do want children, but at the same time I am worried if I could have children because of my Autism I worry if I would be a good parent.

Get along with your parents: Not really. I never really did. But as I am getting older and through therapy (thanks to my therapist, he ROCKS!!) I am starting to learn to just releazie that it's never going to change.

Like thunderstorms: I love them. They are very calming for me.

Sleep with stuffed animals: Yes, I do and I'm not embrassed to say so either!! I AM A TEDDY BEAR LOVER!!! (laughing)

**CAN I??**

Roll your tongue: Yes I can

Both ways: Yes I can again..haha

Say the alphabet backwards: I can't even say it right the normal way..now you want me to say it backwords?!?!

Do the splits: Yes. But it still hurts..OUCH!!

**Random**

Be stuck in an elevator with: Hmmm...I know I am married but a girl can dream..hehe..I would not mind one bit being stuck in an elevator at all with *a certain someone*...(evil grin)

What color is your toothbrush: Blue my favorite color.

**LITTLE KNOWN FACTS **

Likes: dogs, books, the fall, the spring, listening to music, deep pressure.

Dislikes: Cordory clothing, bright lights, tight fitting clothes.

Quirks: Does having Autism count?! haha....I am very organized, I wear my socks to bed all the time.

Music: Rock, Pop, Classical, Opera, Punk

What turns you on: Nice arms, good conversation, a man being more on the dominate side, (now if you really want to know more I would have to create a rated R blog haha lets just say it's 4 little letters BDSM..more on the BD side then the SM side )

Car: Hyundi

Age: 26

Bedtime: between 11 and 1 am

**Wants**

In a year: The job at the courts that I have been dying to get already!!

5 years: A nice little house, a good job, and my familys health to be ok.

Well, that's it! If you came this far I would like to thank you for reading my blog about me. I hope that you learned some things about myself and that mybe you can relate to some. I do hope that after reading this you can get a sense of my personality so when reading my blogs it will come to life more for you. Enjoy!!

Jessie <3

Starting A Blog....

Does anybody ever remember the moment, that very second that you thought "I want to start to blog." Before starting my own blog I would think about the reasons why someone would want to start a "blog"...Could it be the need to connect with others? A place to share our moments with family,friends,even with strangers? A way to vent, a release from the everyday stress? Maybe it is our need to be heard or understood by others. So many blogs and they all share one common interest...talking (typing) to others (maybe even complete strangers) about everything from the pimple on their nose,the mind blowing sex, the horrible work week, the lost of loved ones, to the happiest times in their lives. On an average day there is 2 blogs created every second of every day...about 1.6 million postings a day!

To think that so many people, even friends of mine have said that they like to live a "private" life. That they can't understand why so many celeb's allow their life to be put out there in front of everybody. Yet, these same friends,every day people, etc own a blog and/or a public networking site. The blog allures us. It makes us think. Helps us to convey our feelings,wants,needs,or desires to others without the need for face contact. I believe that many of us have a lot to say. Maybe we are scared, maybe it is because our parents,grandparents,media,government,etc place these rules that we have to live by when it comes to talking to others. So many of us are unhappy or scared to say what we feel because of what others may think or do to us. A blog allows us to get out our feelings whether they be right or wrong, happy,sad,creepy,weird,friendly chit chat,ranting,or even borderline psycho. Having a blog is a way out of our busy minds and into a world where can express our thoughts without rules or boundaries. We can bop our heads to music as we type away allowing the thoughts to flow from our minds like a river heading downstream, a way to tap on the keyboard with glee at a happy moment in our life for all to see, or to pound on the keys as a way to "let it all out" after a bad day. It allows us to write what we want when we want to. Nobody has to like what we blog, it is our choice to display what we want. It gives the freedom of saying things nobody has said, or somethings we wish we had said to others.

So, by now I'm guessing that you are curious why I have decided to write/create a blog? The answer is pretty much simple in it's own paradox of a way. For starters it is a way for me to get my thoughts down into something systematic (unlike my brain at times), a way for me to let out the everyday life circumstances that we go through as humans. A way for me to express my most intimate thoughts,ideas,etc. A blog is very psychological in a way. A place for the subconscious mind to let loose of all of its whispers that so many of us don't know that are there.

Take my blog for what it is. Thoughts,ideas,words typed from somewhere in the mind for all to see.