Years ago, I had a blog on Myspace and I found it to be a great way to vent and blow off steam about various things that struck my fancy. I found my old journals and realized that there is a certain level of therapy which goes along with the stream of consciousness writing style. I guess you could call it the window into my brain, or perhaps my soul.
It's always struck me as odd that I have such bad luck in nearly everything I do. I don't understand why my Karma is so messed up. I feel that I'm a good person--I don't cheat on my taxes, I don't steal office supplies, I let old ladies cross the street (if they're in the crosswalk) and I don't eat meat because I think it's cruel. I donate to charity when I can and I am not usually selfish--I share everything I have with anyone who seems to need my help and I try to treat other people the way I'd like to be treated.
Yet, for some reason, it feels like I live my life under a black cloud. Everywhere I go, there is bad weather. No idea why. I figure it's time to turn the lemons that life has given me into lemonade, either by allowing me an avenue to vent, or perhaps by gaining notoriety on the web. I kid about the last part.
But back to the black cloud. I think I'm going to keep track of all of the bad things that happen to me so that I avoid bitching about these unfortunate events to people who don't want to hear it. Those of you who do want to hear about it will be able to check back and read all about the trials and tribulations known as my world. I hope nobody gets bored.
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