Saturday, July 30, 2011

Who am I?

Who am i? Absent of all the stereotypical indications, im just a 29 year old girl trying to figure out her life, really testing the due diligence of who she is and what she may become. Difficult as it maybe its necessary. It’s like ignoring that toothache until it becomes just so agonizing that you just say fuck it, where’s the dentist. I’m someone who appreciates the beauty in the human experience enough to know that there are only a few people in this world you ought to trust, and to know that even the ones that you don’t trust will surprise you. It’s accepting limitations of what I can and cannot do and never asking more questions than needed. I’m a girl searching for the truth, love, acceptance, admiration and validation from herself. I’m a notoriously private person who’s chosen to write about why.

I’ve never shied away from the truth, I’ve always try to confront it head on but sometimes even for me its a big pill to swallow, this is one of those times I suppose. I’m tired of living in someone else’s truth, I’m tired of living within someone else’s own reality, it’s a break through that seemingly has come at the right time. I’ve decided I had to eliminate everything in my life that wasn’t working, the boyfriend, the job, the location. Sometimes when you’re blind you have the best direction, just trust in your moral compass and always be true to what you feel and believe. I was a person who was never satisfied with anything until I had nothing.

Friday, July 29, 2011

A brilliant mistake...take one!

I don’t know why I write, it’s not as if I’m rehearsing these last 29.5 years for some grand entrance on Broadway, I think it’s even pretentious to try and write your life’s story if nobody knows who you are, what’s the value in that? But I write to cleanse, I write because it triggers something in my which I haven’t quite found out yet. Will I be the next Henry David Thoreau or Mya Angelou, probably not even in my wildest dreams, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t try to express myself in really the only way I know how. As of late I’ve had a lot of time on my hands and idle hands, idle mind…you get the picture but I’ve found far more productive ways of using my time and energy than just sitting at a poker table, wondering why the fat white guy next to me keeps eye fucking me, while all the while I keep eye-denying him, it’s amazing.

I write as a means to connect with others, I write as a means to connect with myself. Somehow the things I think usually make more sense once its written. Once i can really see it for what it is, not the concept that rattles around in my head. 

Nonsense.

Can you spot the naked man in Delores Park?!

Yeah, I'm new to the city that is San Francisco and well...not much can surprise me not even this guy.

Going to give this a better effort...

I've attempted to blog before, but kinda fell out of touch with it all. I'd like to think that my ideas are so revolutionary that I want to keep them for myself. But its better for the masses, I think, I write, you interpret and share. I have many things on my mind as of late. Lifes experiences, love, loss, sports, random happenings. So here goes nothing, hopefully this attempt actually proves worthwhile.

-T.


(©) 2011 Tiffany Selby