Keepin It Real on the Soft Side

I have half a mind to delete the last post regarding “What I Mean When I Say I Love You” and it’s only because of the mission I’ve dedicated myself to that I didn’t press the big deleticus button like five seconds after it published. What mission? I have a couple currently with a handful on deck, but the one I’m referring to at the moment is the quest to “keeping it real”. I have deleted one post since starting this blog, and only because it really made someone look bad. Like shitball bad. Considering the fact that occasionally my family and friends read this blog, I thought it was only fair to that person that I remove the post.

Otherwise, I have kept every lame ass blog post I ever wrote on here. Some are way too wordy. Some are just plain weird and the previous I love you post is only topped in mushiness and emo-ness by Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook.

I haven’t watched The Notebook either. I just know it’s laden with sappiness and lovey dovey-ness that I don’t generally dig in my lit or my movies. As a lover of words and all things lyrical, this may surprise some but in all seriousness, I hate that ish. I despise when I get all wrapped up in unprovoked feelings. Especially when it’s imaginary and has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes I hate being a girl. But anyone that shares in this girlyness with me knows that there are times when we just can’t help being girly. When no matter how hard we pitch…we still throw like a girl.

Yet, sometimes keeping it real means we post silly girly stuff that we can’t delete because keepin it real also means baring our girlish souls and accepting that people will see inside us at our worst and most vulnerable moments. And that’s ok.

Cuz I’m real and this is real life ish.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.  ~Homer