I started a blog about 5 years ago, soon after left Montreal. It was called Jay Far Away. I wanted to talk about my adventures while traveling, and share pictures. One time I began a post with: "....So we all got tuberculosis". It's a long story, but we didn't all get tuberculosis. I just wrote that for humour and shock factor. Anyway, my mom read it, and she called the place I was staying at and told them I had tuberculosis. After that I was shunned and accused of contaminating the household without telling anyone. Then I was forced to go to the doctor to prove I wasn't infected. I think that was the last post I wrote.
I did get lots of encouragement for my blog, but it was the humiliating comments that I ended up listening to. It's a shame, looking back; but never too late to start over, I think. I am terrified of putting myself out there like this, but I love writing so much. It makes me extremely happy. It makes me happy the way singing does. Because I get to say the truth--- my way.
I don't know exactly where this is going, but if you decide to follow me, please assume that my tongue is always in my cheek. Because it is. I just want to feel free being myself. Hah. Sometimes people tell me that I really am always myself and I don't care what people think. Whoa. Does it really seem that way to you? Yeah maybe it might look like that sometimes. Actually, I am CRIPPLED by "Who does she think she is" looks. I remember telling my friend Chris once that I really care about and fear people's judgments, but the need to be myself is too strong.
So at the risk of looking like a vain asshole going 'La la la! Look at me!', I'm gonna follow my soul and tell my story. And hopefully someone out there will feel inspired, and/ or entertained, and I will feel less alone.