right. because i make sense.

oh wait. i don't. not to myself at least. but my conflict at the moment is so ridiculously hypocritical that it really does not exist. because an argument of personal context is no argument if it is not believed.
the argument?
to post or not to post? yeah. yeah. i know. every blogger's first post must include some disclaimer to try and shed all gleams of ego and self-righteousness and explain to the world of blog readers that. well. hear me this. i am not the same as all of those OTHER bloggers who get joy in allowing others to feel their pain and empathize and agree and find hope in common and find joy in common and wait i realized today that i have these thoughts for a reason.
i need to share them.
if only with this dell computer and its monitor's fuzzy animal stickers (yeah. at work. don't ask.).

sensical? to me? tons. maybe you'll follow my thought and i won't and you'll clarify but at that point that thought will have passed and my passions will lie elsewhere. no. same place. at an elevated, more effectual level.
so the argument. of course. to post. to present the opportunity if nothing else to give my something to another. through as simple a gesture as words.
maybe feeling.
maybe everything i have.
maybe that's everything we all have.
we all have as much as another in unique forms.
we are all each other, just put together differently.
experiment that never ends. will that experiment ever succeed?
put those peices together correctly?
give the world that perfect person?
i hope not.
i hope you hope not.
i hope we all hope not.
there are already enough who believe they have already mastered that experiment (or rather, God's experiment. because, well, everything in HIS eyes is perfect. pfff. enough. stupidity.). Let's open our eyes. to here now and future. to make this place. a place for us. the imperfect. who accept our imperfections embrace those of others and move. and do. and be.