Get out of my brain

I'm in one of those moods where I have so much to say and I don't know how to say it. I come accross some funny shit every single day that is worth writing about and each time I curse myself for not being able to put it down on the virtual paper.

It would make for a great read, and I just can't seem to pull it off. I can't really classify it as writers block, considering I'm not really... a writer. Not in the way that I want to be... yet, that is. Anway, I guess I'll just keep pluggin' away and see how it turns out.

I guess it's partially because I don't have a whole lot of time to put something down worth posting. Or when I do have a great idea or topic, I'm never around the computer. Or maybe it's because I just don't want to go there (there being more open and honest about daily life) here on this space. I've been contemplating starting up a new blog where I could be more creative and tell "stories" that were "fiction"... although they would be loosely based on real life experiences.

Part of me fears that someone I actually know, that I don't want to know, knows that I have a blog. The other part of me, fears that people will actually start reading it and want more. Then I'll feel even more obligated to write and will eventually hate myself for even starting and then letting myself (and others) down for not following through. I do admit, I really didn't think I'd make it this far. I thought to myself "ahhhh I'll never be at that blogger gathering thingy in December, I doubt I'll be blogging six months from now anyway."

Boy was I wrong.

Anyway, eight days until I set foot in Vegas for my third time in 10 years, and twice in the last two months. I have a feeling that this trip will be much different than the last two.

Maybe I'll obtain a new perspective while I am away. I can take some time to speak with people who probably suffer from the same symptoms from time to time. For now... you get what you get from this brain, it is what it is.