Okay…Well, my honest muse got a hold on me last night and wouldn’t let go, until I released the previous post. Evidently it scared or spooked you all – you know, the truth and all that. I was going to write a long post apologising for it, but I decided against it. If you can’t handle a little truth every now and again from a guy that is just trying to tell you a story that may educate you in some manner, as I hope to be educated by each of you, then maybe you need to reflect on your own insecurities.
Look, I do get a bit long winded about the truth and perhaps I do write stuff that is a bit sad sometimes. But, that is life, with all of its ups and downs. People are like the seasons, for they are constantly in transformation, like myself.
The bullshitting fictional muse is on call from sun up ’til I get home in the evening. By that time, the grand clown of muse is ready for a nap, so I let the non-fictional/honest muse out. That muse knows all ’bout the heart wrenching feelings portrayed in some of my stories. Occasionally, he’ll add a bit more drama or change a name or place to protect the innocent, but in the end, the stories written on this blog are my own. And, you’ll have to admit that I’m one unique abstract individual. We are all unique in our own ways, and we can each express it in different ways.
At present, my muses voices are reminding me of how I laughed out loud at the guy across from me, because of the lying and scheming advances he was making towards a gorgeous blonde. They are also screaming for me to tell you of how bad I wanted to slap the know-it-all attitude out of the artsy hyper bloke sitting next to me on the bus to the museum. But, most of all, they want me to express how exhilarating it was for me to stand and almost touch art that was over four thousand years old, how captivated I was while standing in front of “The Tiber” and the “Statue of Neshor”, and how I reflected on the clay “The Passion of the God Lilu”.
As much as I love the art work itself, I always find myself thinking about the artist behind it. Who was this person? Did they have a family? Was he or she a hard labourer? What inspired them? Who supported them?
Anyhew, I hope you all have a grand weekend. Wish my sheep counting well. Baahh! 
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JD,
Hi. I am so sorry you felt you had to write this post. I am not sure what made you think that your readers were spooked. Maybe lack of comments gave you the impression? Maybe people sent you e-mail in private?
I thought it was a very sad story, one to learn from. It made me think of all the times I wanted to say something to someone and held back worrying that I’d lose their love and / or friendship. Maybe putting too much pressure, maybe making it too hard for them to grasp the meaning of what I would say. In any case, it is a great source of regret, mostly for not knowing the outcome if I went the other way, bravely.
About the candid, reality of your post, I didn’t know, but I didn’t even need to know. For all I know it could have been completely fictitious, a story your imagination presented you with, a gift. A well written story. An assignment. Even the end where the reader is supposed to think it’s about you, for real, could have been part of the whole story. And that’d be fine.
On the other hand, should it all be true, or part true, if it were your story, from your life, then that’s fine, too. Who is anyone to judge you for sharing your experience, your sorrows, your happiness, your thoughts out here. Blogging is all about that. There are really no rules, no framework.
People who will judge others, will judge them no matter what we say, no matter how much we try to make sense to them. Let them be. They add that extra pinch of sourness, soreness, that ugliness to the beauty. You need the ying with the yang.
They also teach us to appreciate those who care, those who don’t judge. Without them, I don’t think we could understand the value of beautiful people, beautiful minds.
That’s really all I have to say.
I loved your story, whether be it the real story of you or someone else, or fiction. Well-written, full of emotion, honest and most importantly “shared”.
I hope none of what I say is hurtful or offensive to anyone, including you. I thought you might like to hear what someone who visits your blog thinks/felt about this.
Cheers!
Gx
I hadn’t read it that post when I stopped by yesterday, because it is long, nothing at all wrong with that, you need to share in the amount of space and time you need to. It is just that I am supposed to be working on NaNoWriMo and have family obligations, et cetera, so when I blog visit I usually stick to reading shorter posts.
I did read it, my comment is pretty much the same as G’s. I am not entirely sure if you are telling us it is all true or not, but that doesn’t even matter, and I can not figure out what exactly you are referring to with the medical condition, but again it does not matter whether or not I do. I do understand that you are sharing feelings, and want us to know the importance of being honest, about who we are and how we feel, even when it is hard, even when we are afraid.
How could I manage to have a problem with that?
Ladies, I am sorry for whining and moaning. It just drives me crazy that I get a ton of comments when I write something silly, and none when I write something of a serious nature. I wasn’t referring to anyone in general, just the general human consensus.
The story is true. Like everyone, I sometimes get into a self-empathetic mode.
As far as medical conditions go, I have a multitude that do NOT slow me down a bit. According to my doctors, I should have left this earth a long time ago ( In actuality, I’ve died twice). According to the nuts, I will be lucky to hit fifty. That, and that alone, is why I must tell my story, even the hard parts that make me shed tears upon the keys. Having said that, I am tough – vivacious little bastard! I act like a teenager, sprint like an Olympic runner, and I am very smart. (not trying to sound cocky) 
To get all scientific on you, I have Hypopituitarism, Hypothyroidism, Hypoglycemia, and an Underactive Adrenal Gland. I reckon the story linked below that I wrote almost a year ago will explain it all. And, I apologise for being so gloomy. Evidently, I’ve not been out pubbing enough lately. Being stuck between work, school, and home – where I study for upcoming exams – blah – really sucks!
Thank you both for the kind and inspiring comments. I hope all of you have a grand weekend.
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I agree with the girls JD, your blog,your choice of subject and you should NEVER apologise for something you’ve written on it. I know there are some that say you shouldn’t get ‘personal’ on a blog, I disagree, unless it hurts someone’s feelings. Keep up the good work. I also have noticed that there are fewer comments in relation to serious posts . . . just the nature of the beast methinks.
Yay!!! My best pal from down under is back!