Slap In The Face

Don't you just love it when someone comes across as someone they're not?
Even if they don't do it on purpose. So you spend weeks or even months...
Thinking that they're someone they're not, then when it comes down to it...
You tell them something or ask them a question, and throw yourself out there...
And they turn on you...or catch you off guard?

I hate it.

How much do I need to give before someone gives me something to take?
I feel like I give and give and give and give and say, "Here I am, now you know everything about me. Now give me what I'm looking for like you promised." And then the person doesn't.

Story of my life.

The Crowded Room

Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?

I have.
Maybe I didn't feel alone, but I certainly felt left out.

This particular "room" was the school gym.
I guess there are advantages at sitting alone.
Or practically alone.

Like you will notice a few things...

The sports photographers always appear to miss potential great shots.
They always get the ones of people making baskets but they never get ones of the players' faces while trying to get the ball.
How serious about the game they are.

I've wanted to start a blog for a really long time.
I write a lot on my own.
But I always complain about never being heard or people not getting to know me.

So here I am.

And here you are, reading this.

And after you close this window you'll probably get on with your life and think nothing of this.
Maybe you'll make fun of it.

And I will be the first one to admit, that's my biggest fear about doing this whole blog thing.

However, have you ever had a really big fear?
Let's use speaking in front of a lot of people for an example.
So, you're asked to speak in front of a ton of people.
NO...right?

But what if all of your friends told you, that you're a really good speaker and that you should do it?

Let's say you do it. You go out there and you speak.
Don't you feel good after you do?

I always feel really good knowing I over came a fear.
I'm linking this blog to Facebook for my 473 people to either ignore or take interest in.
They can do whatever they want about this.
I'm done caring.

Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?

I have.

Which is why I have appropriately titled my blog, "Fearless."