Call me crazy...

...but this is not a nice blog. If anybody ever reads this (by mistake, I'm sure), think of this blog as my virtual journal, written to go out into the virtual world without ever thinking that something would come out of it.

If you're looking for something that tells you how wonderful you are because you recycle, this is not it. I am bitter, and I am angry that people are so apathetic at "our ways". The ignorance and, most of the time, refusal to change makes me cringe with frustration. What's worse is those people that not only resist any sort of adjustment of their actions, but they fight you, ridicule and challenge you as to why you even bother. Oh...the things I could say to the likes of those people. But, you see..., I can't be myself in this world, because as my mom says, I'm like a waterfall, too strong, too forceful for most of the world. I'm hoping that maybe, just maybe, I can be myself here, where nobody really knows me, and I can finally say what I really think but can't say it around anyone that knows me. Or say it as forceful that is.

Ultimately, I'm not saying we should all be the stereotypical granola bar eaters, with long unkept hair, with body hair in places I don't even what to think about. I think we can be divas or divos (?!?!-what's the equivalent for males) without having to give up ourselves.

We can make conscious decisions about everything we do, everything we purchase, consume etc. Just a little bit of THOUGHT (you know...what thing you do when you use your brain?) goes a long way, especially NOW when things are SO much easier to be environmentally friendly.

Ok, I could probably go on and on, but I'll stop.