Hmm, interesting...

I find myself in an odd predicament here at The D headquarters. Well, mainly my first one was how to spell predicament, but I think I got it right. Now I can move on. I started this blog quite a while ago and it had a purpose. I was going to explore issues and relevant things, and I was hoping to get enough response, that those issues would mainy come from my readers. One slight problem with that. Apparantly you need readers before they can comment. And once I got those readers, they wanted me to just talk instead of posing their own questions. So, See The D essentially changed its focus. Now I explore things from my own life, and have for a while. I've gone into relationships, why guys are jerks, why girls are crazy, perspective in life, etc. etc. In doing so, I have exposed too much of myself. When I first started, I sent this site to several people I know because I wanted them to chime in on things they wanted to talk about. Oops. Now I have people I know reading all about me, and I have to watch what I type here because I don't necessarily want people who know me to know some of these things. See The D has become, See part of The D. I'm like a 25 cent peep show, except I wish I got more than that and I'm not taking clothes off. I'm just peeling away layers of my protection and giving you a look inside as to what I think sometimes and what I'm like away from everyone else.

Writing is the place I come to when I need to get thoughts out. This was my venting area, and I released a lot of deep thoughts and made some pretty heavy posts. My instinct tells me to do that now. You see, life has given The D a good ol' stomach punch without telling him. (Yes, him.) It just wheeled back and let one rip right into my stomach as I was happily gazing upon life and thinking to myself, "Hey, isn't life swell?" To you dear blog, I should tell my thoughts, but exposing and revealing that much about myself isn't something I can do whilst people I know read this. Heck, if someone out there knew my most personal thoughts, why do I care, they don't know who I am. But reveal yourself in an intimate way and then go see that person face to face within a couple days, and see how comfortable you are.

I can simply write out my frustration. Lemme rephrase, I can write out my frustration about not being able to write on here like I would want to. My frustration and myriad of other emotions are way too big for a simple blog. These words cannot come close to containing what is bursting inside and going in a hundred different directions to the point that my mood changes almost by the hour. But oh well, if you have a quarter, you can still See some of The D. (Just nothing below the belt)

I need a punching bag...