Thursday, June 10, 2010

No apologies...and apology



Ok, so this is a continuation of the last post, because I am feeling guilty about it.  Here's the thing, this daily blog thing gives us a lot of personal things to write about, because that is what a personal blog is about.  It is difficult when you know your parents, grandparents, and siblings are reading your blog to be truthful.  So stupid blog posts come out.  Now I probably could have edited the last blog and the family members who only get the emails would never know...but I am not going to do that.  So I am rewriting the last post honestly.

3 things I would tell my 16 year old self:
1.  Stop the drugs...seriously, they are killing you and making you a stupid hermit with no personality.
2.  Ditch the boyfriend because of number 1...he is killing you and making you a stupid hermit with no personality.
3.  Keep singing.  You are a freaking rock star who can make it and it will feed your extroverted self.  Let's face it, you are an extrovert, not this stupid pretend introvert.  You are creative and weird and even a little perverse, which makes an explosive personality that people like and even want to be.  So let your freak flag fly.

There...the honest answer to that question.  Pat on the back.

4 comments:

Bryna said...

And a pat on the back from Seattle too! :) I'm loving the prompts - you and Molly are great to read when I need a break from work! Thank you!

Ms. Molly said...

Go Jess! I agree I may have said something different/more if the family didn't read...Sounds like you need to sing!

Jessika said...

It is one of those issues that I have written about before, where it is difficult sometimes to really write what you want to because you know the people reading your blog.

But then you have to ask, "why am I writing this?" There is no point in being fake. I mean I felt really guilty so I had to retract what I had said.

Anyway, thanks for the support.

Jessika said...

I guess statement number 2 isn't really fair. But 10 years is a little excessive. We would have been better as best friends.