Saturday, July 9, 2011
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Monday, May 23, 2011
A Brief Welcome to My Crazy
First off, let me get something straight. I am a 33 year old woman, and yes, I am a Little Monster. I am a Lady Gaga fan.
But this isn’t a blog about Lady Gaga, not strictly speaking, so if that’s why you’re here you are on the wrong floor. Sort of. I love Gaga, and I am inspired by her, so that’s the reason for all the photos of our Lady, but this blog is about me.
Truth be told, I don’t actually have any idea what kind of material I’ll be posting on this blog. There could be Gaga for days...or not. The theme is Born This Way, but more specifically, how I became the person I am today. How all the crazy molded me into this, whatever it is that I am.
I feel undefined. I am unclear when I try to explain myself, so I just act like a bitch and repel everyone. I’m very good at alienation. I am focused. I’m evil. I’m mean. I’m selfish. I also see all these qualities that people say are “bad” qualities as some of my “good” qualities.
Guess what? I had the good qualities: a kind, open, giving, self-sacrificing heart, kind to everyone. I liked people. I used to cut with my razor-sharp wit and it was a thing of beauty.
Now it’s just me, and the 19 year old gay boys who adore Lady Gaga, on Twitter who make me laugh. Which is fine. But you don’t know why, do you? Of course not. But perhaps you will, if I can keep up with this blog. I’m sure it will be lovely and therapeutic and cathartic and perhaps I’ll want to take a golf club to someone’s car. Let’s roll the dice, shall we?
But this isn’t a blog about Lady Gaga, not strictly speaking, so if that’s why you’re here you are on the wrong floor. Sort of. I love Gaga, and I am inspired by her, so that’s the reason for all the photos of our Lady, but this blog is about me.
Truth be told, I don’t actually have any idea what kind of material I’ll be posting on this blog. There could be Gaga for days...or not. The theme is Born This Way, but more specifically, how I became the person I am today. How all the crazy molded me into this, whatever it is that I am.
I feel undefined. I am unclear when I try to explain myself, so I just act like a bitch and repel everyone. I’m very good at alienation. I am focused. I’m evil. I’m mean. I’m selfish. I also see all these qualities that people say are “bad” qualities as some of my “good” qualities.
Guess what? I had the good qualities: a kind, open, giving, self-sacrificing heart, kind to everyone. I liked people. I used to cut with my razor-sharp wit and it was a thing of beauty.
Now it’s just me, and the 19 year old gay boys who adore Lady Gaga, on Twitter who make me laugh. Which is fine. But you don’t know why, do you? Of course not. But perhaps you will, if I can keep up with this blog. I’m sure it will be lovely and therapeutic and cathartic and perhaps I’ll want to take a golf club to someone’s car. Let’s roll the dice, shall we?
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