somehow i feel better

knowing that i can blather on here than on facebook because nobody HAS to come here, nobody is FORCED to read my ramblings, i can just ramble on and on and nobody has to give a rat's hiney because sometimes that's all a person needs is a place to dump. we all need dumping grounds that eventually may turn into a nice healthy compost heap but for now it's just a dumping ground maybe one day a stomping ground but right now a dumping ground and that's what i'm doing in the natalie goldberg kind of way like back in the day when people actually went to churches and had priests to listen to their jibber jabber but even then i bet the priests would get tired of listening to people ramble on so that's why they had the little lacy wall in between them and the confessor because if they wanted to fall asleep while the person rambled then they could and i think that's good we should all be allowed to fall asleep at the wheel once in a while not in real life of course but in our imagination we should be allowed to fall asleep at the wheel of our imagination and that's what i'm doing right now because if you can never get unplugged if you can never just turn off the 'to-do' list of your life and your mind and your body and just be in one place sitting still and letting your mind fly high then what is the point i tell you what is the point of this life if you can't let your mind take you someplace new someplace different so that the big fat dreams that you dream may one day become realities or maybe not realities but either way at least you have some kind of compass pointing you in some kind of direction instead of just treading water and barely keeping up with what is around you barely keeping up and making do barely keeping up and just maintaining and it's no good to just maintain you've got to think big you've got to think even bigger than you thought you were thinking when you thought you were thinking big. amen sistuhs and bruthuhmans