It has been a growing fear of mine that I will leave high school without a sense of whom I want to be and who I have already become. It has been a long expedition getting this far in my path of self acceptance and realization but it is not even close to being over. I wonder everyday who I am getting dressed up for and why it matters so much to me if I have a date for a dance or not.
Any trip to a museum of modern art can cause one to wonder what constitutes art. It is certainly not an infrequent thing to hear such remarks as, “That’s just three blue circles on a white canvass. That’s not art.” Or, “That’s just a box of tissues glued to a chair.
Helooooooooooo Bloogies! I realize, of course, I am only talking to a demographic of zero (With a exponential rate of zero), at the moment, for this is only my second blog, but like all things it will take time. We can't all be as popular as Trutalk, can we?
