Straight from the heart...
You know...I'm something of a writer. While I'm not that talented, I like to think that I'm at least somewhat decent. Anyway, there's this site, called Fictionpress.com where I publish my stuff, right? Well, I thought of resurrecting an old journal if you will. As I sat in front of the computer screen typing, I found that something strange happened. Something...very odd. I found that the words that I typed just seemed to flow out from my fingers. It was almost as if my mind was projecting the words directly into the screen for me (weird-sounding, I know). But from that, I think that I produced the best paragraph that I've ever written in my life. And I just thought that I would share it. :) It was a moment of realization, of self-discovery if you will, that has got me seriously thinking about writing more seriously again (I've started writing again in the past two weeks for the first time in about...three years).
It was almost as if the truth was laid out before my eyes as I typed. I almost couldn't believe it myself.
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My name is Aaron. I was named after my mom opened the bible and put her hand down on a random page. Thankfully enough for me it was the story of the Exodus--so I got named after Moses' brother. I think that I’ve finally arrived to the point in my life where I can be completely honest with myself. Yet, I can’t be totally honest in my own head: I have to get it down on paper for both myself and the world to see. Even though I hide behind this magical invention that we call the “internet”, it’s something like a therapy for me. Because of the anonymity of the ‘net, I can feel free to say what I want to say to the world. Yes, I can have the whole world know my heart without actually knowing my face. But that just makes it all the easier to write this—which I NEED to do. Perhaps some of you who know me online or in real life will read this. Well, I don’t give a damn. I gotta say what I gotta say. If you guys think any less of me for it, then you can go fuck yourselves. I am who I am, dammit. A combination of genetics (thanks, mom for the mental disorders!), real life experiences (thanks dad for exacerbating them!) and the people that I’ve met in both real and virtual life made me who I am today. And you know what? I’ve actually become somewhat proud of myself, for who I am. I may have done things that I deeply regret, but I can’t allow them to hold me back. Now, like a veil that’s been lifted from my eyes, like a fog that’s been dispelled, that I’ve come to realize that I can’t look back on those things and harp on them. I can’t regret everything that I’ve done. Even the problems that I have with my parents I can’t harp on: they have their own problems and reasons for doing what they did. And even though they may be two very sad people with hard lives, even though that did not give them the justification to make my life any harder than it needed to be, I can’t blame them for all my problems. Yeah, I said it. I can’t do that shit. I need to deal with my own problems and I need to find a solution for them. Maybe I can receive the help of others. Maybe I can’t. But I do know one thing: I’ve got my whole friggin’ life ahead of me and I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to let my past experiences hold me back.
And I also have come to the realization that this is perhaps the longest post I've made here thusfar. Heh.