Take Me As I Am

On Saturday morning, I decide to stop blogging for the time being. And I assume I will take the time off to reevaluate my take on life and when I come back, I will be a different person. I will love everything you all love, and all of our opinions will be exactly the same, and I will actually be politically correct, and everyone will leave those pleasant comments full of pretentious advice and fake concern. But then I realize, that would mean that the opposition has won and there is nothing that kills me more than knowing that. I am not about to bend against the will of a few people who happen to find me repulsive. This is my blog and I will write what I want to write the way I want to write it. If you don't like it, there are millions of other blogs you can read / bloggers you can suck up to / meaningless internet relationships you can forge. But to the people that have supported me, and fought for my honor through catty comments, you're great, I appreciate you, I love you.

And basically I realize all of this Sunday afternoon. But after dramatically declaring my hiatus, it would seem silly to jump right back in. So I wait five days. And I believe that is long enough for me to seem not like a completely ridiculous person.

So all of this means that in the time that has elapsed, I guess I have not matured at all. But that's better than not maturing at all since womb. And I can think of a few examples where this is the case.