Wow.... an entire year. Who'd have thought!

The little button on the side says one more day, but it's really today - one year ago I started (or rather, re-started, heh) this blog of mine. I have tried in the past to keep things like this going and it never really succeeded before... so I think this one's kind of special to me. I really don't know what you, dear reader, think of it or of me. I hope that it's at least somewhat entertaining, but if not, that's okay too. This blog has really turned into catharsis for me. Perhaps that's all that matters.

I won't do a 'year in review' type of thing, because all you have to do is take a look back for yourself. The archives are in the little drop down box up there. I keep wanting to put something in there saying that for my slower readers, heh, but Blogger has its own limitations - which kind of sucks. I will say that my life's greatly changed in the last year. Despite my bitching and whining about my health, I do honestly feel that it's improved by quite a large amount. It's just a matter now of straightening out the "kinks", if you will.

By the way, if you've noticed a couple of design changes as of late, it's because I'm thinking about messing with the blog again. No worries, I've set up a test blog to experiment with, so we'll see. If I do change it, I will of course expect opinions, whether good or bad, kthx.

I recently ran across my old LiveJournal that I had eons ago.. and it's strange. It's not so much whining as it is really opinionated stuff about issues of the day. I kind of wish that I could get to that level again, but... I don't know, actually, maybe that was just whining too. Maybe that's what a blog is, heh.

If you're interested in seeing the older posts of mine, they can be found here. Do not yell at me about the pink background - it was a default and I never got around to fixing it, so fuck off. :) I don't use this blog anymore, so there's nothing new since 2005... I was a couple of months short of moving to my old apartment on Lombard then. Sort of interesting to see my posts pre-diagnosis...I love the one about how I had a 'loving parent'. Heh... it's obvious how much shit I'd repressed in my lifetime. Pre-diagnosis I would have defended my family for the shit they did... but now? Now I recognize the abuse for what it was.

That adult-oriented blog, I'd link to it, but it appears that you have to have a membership to get in there. Well, luckily for you, the copy and paste function works. :p

Here's a post from June of 2005. You might find this amusing, I don't know. Let me know what you think. And yes, it's a rant. :p

Rants about religion. (If you're religious, back out now, this won't be complimentary.) Jun 27, 2005 2:15 am
Mood: cynical, 470 Views
I was raised as a Catholic, and therefore am familiar with all of the elaborate trappings of the Church - the rituals, the self-punishments, the incessant kneeling, the wafer on the tongue that tastes slightly of sandpaper, you know the drill. Well, I got into a big argument with a friend of mine today about "why I don't go to church anymore". (This being Sunday and all, for some reason this comes up *every* Sunday with this person. I've asked them to cut it out repeatedly, but for some reason they never do. One of these days I'm going to shove a crucifix down their throat and end the whole matter. Heh.)

So the usual argument begins. "Why don't you go to church anymore? Don't you believe in God? Don't you believe that he's everywhere, whineblabbermoan?" I look at my friend and say in a nice, calm, even voice, "Why are you attempting to shove your beliefs down my throat? I don't do this to you, kindly cease with the preaching, okay?"

Blessed silence (no pun intended). Then, five minutes later, "I bet the parish could really use you..." etc., etc. Meh!

Is it too much to ask that people respect one another's personal beliefs? Me, personally, I'm a questioner. It *says* atheist on my profile, but that's not exactly right. I question spiritual existence at the present time. I believe that there *is* a spirit force guiding people out there - now whether you want to call it "God" or "Buddha" or "Satan" or "Hubert Q. Motherfucker" is up to one's personal tastes. I haven't figured it out for myself yet, and I think that people hone in on that. They sense that I'm questioning spiritual matters, and they try their little conversions on me. Sorry, won't work. I'm strong minded enough to know that whatever it is I find, I'm going to find on my own.

Grrr. I know I'm in a pissy mood, but it's no wonder, after listening to 2 hours of attempted Catholic conversion. Sheesh, if I was raised Catholic but then I'm not anymore, I must have left the Church at one point, right? Which means that I find that particular religion fundamentally *flawed*, right?

Some people just don't *get* it!
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Anyhow. This blog has made it through a year. Onward to year 2. Thanks for reading it, too... it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and shit. :D