Writing
Writing is very, very hard for me. Writing requires honesty. A willingness to bare your soul and believe that people won’t mock you or judge you are think that what you’ve created is terrible. It requires a sort of trust in one’s self, a trust that says that I believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. Its exposure in the worst possible way. I’d actually rather runny naked through a football game than write an emotionally honest piece and share it with my near and dear. Which is why I love the Internet. At least when I bear my soul, at least I retain some ambiguity. I can express myself at my deepest darkest most cheesiest thoughts but still be fine, because you don’t know who I am. That’s messed up no?