My trials and tribulations

Hello, random person reading my blog!

Let me start off by saying this: if you're reading this blog, you probably find it in one of two ways:

1. You found it by accident, or

2. Your Google search turned this up.

If you fall into the first category: Sorry, this will be the most boring shit ever for you. I suggest you just move on and continue your online escapades.

If you fall into the second category: Sorry, your search keywords hint that you probably have a problem in your life that you're trying to solve, and it's probably similar to a problem I'm currently having or have had. I hope you find what you're looking for.

Now, let me introduce myself. I started this blog as an outlet to seek advice on topics that I, for one reason or another, cannot discuss in my own "real" life. I'm a talkative person, not that secretive, but sometimes, shit gets too intense for the people around me, and they have no idea what advice to give me in times of need. I'm a thinker, and I tend think and talk problems through to death. I was born that way, and I'm probably going to die that way, so this is my latest attempt at dealing with it so I can lead a somewhat normal life. I also hope, later on, down the road, that someone searching for advice for their own issue finds that precious advice here. God knows I'm a very happy camper when I find comments from one person to another answering the exact same question I had on the internet.

I'm starting this blog at 5am on a Tuesday morning, after staying up all night worrying about a problem I have that I need advice for. I have a problem with worrying too much and over-thinking my problems in life, but I can't say that it's been to my detriment. I think I'm logical and rational, but that's for other people to decide. It's a self-centered concept, but each one of my posts will present a life problem of mine, and hopefully, a few people out there in the internet world will have 2 cents to put in. I don't mind if no one replies forever, the act of writing out and verbalizing my problem is therapeutic in and of itself :)

Well, it's 5:13am now, and I'm tired. All the problems I've been thinking about this past night have become gray sludge in my mind, and although I'm no more relieved or happier than when I first started typing this post, I'll save the good stuff for later.

BONUS:

For those who are curious I would like to address my anonymity. I prefer to remain anonymous simply because there are certain aspects of my life that I'd like to keep "vanilla" for my culturally conservative family and friends, mostly because I don't want to deal with the headache of being the black sheep of the family. I tried the black sheep thing out for a couple years, and it just made everyone miserable, including myself. In conclusion, it wasn't worth it. Also, I don't want to clue in everyone in my life into how truly and hopelessly insecure of a human being I am. It's just crippling and plain embarrassing most days. I'm not just talking I'm-having-a-fat-day insecure. I'm talking I-can't-leave-the-house-for-three-days-because-I-feel-ugly insecure. So I'll remain anonymous.

I'll say this much: I'm 22 years old, I'm a female, I'm a college graduate, about 20 lbs overweight with a pretty face, and the rest you'll piece together from future blog posts.

Cheers,

Crazy Person