Disclosure.

The bad thing about blogging is that people who don't know me or don't keep in touch with me assume this to be an accurate account of what's up in my life. True I don't make up things for the sake of filling up blog space, nor do I try to make my life seem something that it isn't. But I don't type out my thoughts enough to offer a very well rounded view of my life. Yet, people seem to think they've got me all figured out based on my random ramblings.

Sadly, I only seem to blog lately when I need to get something off my chest, and a lot of times it doesn't come off as very happy or positive. This is when I realize I need to blog more, so that the days that are great (which are often... really!) overshadow those that aren't so great. Not that I am overly concerned about what people think of me. I'd just like them to walk away with a better taste in their mouth that isn't acidic.

So I have a few options here. Blog more, as I mentioned. Or not blog at all, but I sort of like it here. Or just do whatever and not care what people think.

Then again: it doesn't matter. This is just a blog.

But I do feel the need to clarify that I am happy most days. People have good days and bad days. I certainly am no exception. If I am happy, it's not because I'm in denial, and I'm sick and tired of people assuming that is the case. And if I'm sad, it's not because I've suddenly had some sort of epiphany and I've decided to take responsibility for all my past wrongdoings (hmm, maybe because I've already done that, time and time again, but maybe - just maybe! - I didn't feel the need to blog about it here).

I took a break from this blog for a while, so there was that time period in which I didn't share much of anything with anyone except for my family and maybe one or two close friends. During that time I did keep another blog (which some people know about). But at any rate, I don't know how anyone could assume what I've been thinking or doing, whether it was related to my marriage woes or the kids or anything in my life. Yet, they seem to have me all figured out.

I think there are probably two people on this earth who truly know me... but this is only because I trust them. I should probably just focus on them, the people who matter to me most, rather than some random shmucks who think they know it all.

Okay, done ranting. On with our regularly scheduled program.