It's beginning to seem more and more like I'm not wanted. At least in the capacity of a writer. A lot of people, mainly family mambers don't seem to appreciate my brand of "Guerilla Journalism" I'm not a tabloid, I'm a biographer. I tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. People can't seem to handle that. I'm not perfect and never judge anyone, but I do get tired of the same old bullshit. I'm not gonna overlook when your just straight shady, even if you are family. I know it's hard for people, especially my parents to understand. They might think it's sensationalism, but don't get it twisted, there is nothing sensational about the truths I tell.
I don't ever intend to offend anyone, if they get offended, oh well. I never make up things either. I tell things exactly how they happened. It's not about airing out dirty laundry, it's about being honest with myself and the people that surround me. I can't write about people that I don't know, because then I would be lying. Don't get me wrong, I wish I had better, and more interesting things to write about. I am fueled by emotion. When I see someone screwing up, my emotions come out as written word. I never said I didn't care about the people I write about. I just think that ignoring the facts and turning the other way is a disservice to them. I don't think people really know how they are percieved. Everyone is trying to tip-toe around the facts to spare their feelings. Not me.
Believe or not there are plenty of people who don't like me. Some since the beginning of my blog. Some for years. I never let that affect me. I treat everyone with respect, that respects me. I will never be phony for phonies sake. Just the other day someone referred to me as a loser. Someone I truly respected and looked up to. I was genuinely hurt. Not because it was put out there, but because I wasn't sure what aspect of my being was unpleasing to the person. Good riddance. I hold no grudges but it's better to know now then later.
In conclusion, I'm not sure where to go from here. I'd like to continue to write, but my life is either too mundane or outrageous, depending on who you ask. I think if I write another story involving the debaucheries on parade that is the lives of some of my loved ones, my dad will disown me and my mom will slap the living Jesus out of me. They are entitled to their opinion. I'm not perfect, but neither is anyone else in this world. If they don't want their business out there, do right instead of making a mockery of yourself on a daily basis. This goes out to no one in particular, but if you get offended, that's on you.
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