Years ago, when I was going through a(nother) rough patch, a woman at work sat me down and offered advice. Along with the advice, she said "We all feed off of drama. We feed off of our own drama, and the drama of other people."
I was sad to learn that she passed away recently, and I still find myself remembering those specific words she said. They've never left me.
In so many ways she was right. We do feed off of drama - the negative, the sad, the difficult. The more it takes control of us, the more we allow it to. And voyeurs love to watch it happen to others.
The blog has been a fairly prime example of that. On more than one occasion people thought they were passing on good advice by telling me to not bother with any positive posts. According to them, readers were only interested in the ones about struggles and depression; times I was hurt or completely lost.
Is that the truth? Maybe. Probably.
But I'm not where I was before. It's not all sunshine and lollipops (more humidity and beer bottles), but every moment is an improvement. I'm doing my best to shed the worries and Perpetual Doomsday Chick persona I had, because it needed to be left behind.
I'm ok. Better than before. I'm living, and I'm doing everything on my own terms. Ah, maybe on Daisy terms too. Fine.
So, for anyone that takes issue with happier (read: not so deppress-o) words and a lot less of my own personal drama tales - the internet's a big ol' place, full of emo kids to indulge you.
And hey, they'll even give you eyeliner tips and pictures of sad puppies.
Now that I've put this crap into your brain, realize that we don't need to feed off of each others drama, or our own. It's a vicious cycle of bullshit, and I now have a strict Anti-Bullshit Policy. You can read the Terms & Conditions if you're inclined to do so.
Fine print's a bitch. But you get the point.
Smile, folks. Hold hands, sing Kumbaya and share your beer with those that currently have none in their fridge.