I am unpacking. Sorting through old papers. And I just found some old poetry. Gah!
Why does reading old writing feel so bad? I wanted to wad it up, light it on fire and shove it in Kathy Bates’ mouth. (You know the very satisfying ending scene from Misery?) I don’t even know Kathy Bates, but I’m sure she’s a fine gal who I would very much admire.
I had a flash of disgust followed by the immediate desire to destroy my physical poems. Will I look back at craftiebeaver.com in a few years and trash the whole site?
I hope not.
I truly think I’m a different person finally. At least a positive person who isn’t desperately lonely and self-indulgent. But maybe this blog is just that?
I hope not. I hope you, dear Readers, get something out of it. I know I get much out of this community. Thoughts and ideas make the world a better place. Reading makes the world a smarter place.
You’re all so smart, caring and thoughtful. This is the most tolerant community I’ve ever been in. I love it. I just read an article, too; reading makes children more capable of understanding emotions. Don’t we want that?
Just don’t let them read my ancient emo poetry. It could seriously jack them up.
I was emo before emo was a thing. LOL