I spent the afternoon reading a couple of blog entries both here and elsewhere. Most of it was shite. There were a few stand-outs, however. I especially enjoyed the in-your-face, tell-it-like-it-is posts, without ODing on the intensity and anger. Snarky is cool. Verbal abuse is just oh-so-boring. I forgot to mark the good ones, and there's no returning to them again. Lost. Forever.
If I came across my own blog, on a good day I'd be intrigued, but most days, it's just rather bland, like a PB&J on Wonder Bread served with a glass of milk. That's me. Generic. Wholesome. Standard.
I used to be a bit darker, and a bit more volatile. I never went full-out batshit, but I had an evil temper, that I usually can control. I wasn't too violent but with my siblings, and I didn't have too many bitter hates.
I've controlled it all. But it still boils inside.