I’ve always enjoyed writing. Ive got dozens of unfinished short stories going back nearly two decades.
During my therapy, my shrink suggested that I find and outlet for my frustration and anger instead of bottling it up and letting it fuck up my life.
Ok I thought, Ill give it ago so thats when I started blogging, then I was conned, well thats how I see it anyway, onto Facebook. Even now I fucking hate that web site. I dont document my life and Im as anti-social as they come so why the hell am I on Facebook?!
So once I got bored of that shite, I moved on to Twitter. After a few months of irritation at the pointlessness of it all, I left it. Then I rejoined. Then I left again, mainly because it just seemed I dealt with fundie fuckwitts and atheism 24/7 on there.
Im now on account number three, with a fresh determination to keep out of #atheism/#atheist and refusing to be drawn into other peoples battles.
And after two days, Im bored shitless of it all again.
Ive either turned into what youd a boring cunt, or hurtling towards 40 has turned me into just giving a shit about anything or anyone.