01.13.13

I'm Not Sorry.

     I started this blog with the full intention of having people read it. I thought, well, hey, I'm a fucking writer. And I'm not all that bad. I think, before my books even begin to get published, people should have a taste of the kind of writer I am. 
     I expect people to react the way that normal people fucking do.
     Not at all.
     Sure, I will probably find those very few select people who will read this blog like it's their job, and that's fine by me. Let my words do their magic little wordy stuff. If this is what gives you all those warm and fuzzies, then by all means, read to your heart's content.
     But majority of the people I know, the people I talk to on a regular basis, the people I see a lot, the people I hang out with, their parents, and even my friends, may or may not ever have the interest in reading a single word of anything I write. Which is sad.
     But I just wanted to clarify: No fucks were given here.
     I don't care about whether you read my shit or not. I am not really doing this for you. I am doing this as a way to challenge myself. And to make my writing a little bit better, hopefully, with each and every goddamn post. 
     Yes, I am doing this on behalf of those who feel the need to have their daily dose of Kayla wittiscisms, which is also a new word I just made up right this second. Some people like my carefree sense of humor. Others find it charming. Some might find it tragically amusing, like some kind of car wreck you can't seem to pull your disturbed gaze from. Few might find it stupid and sappy and over the top and just down right awful.
     You know what I think? 
     I'm going to tell you anyways, because this is my fucking blog after all, that it is okay to think whatever it is that you think of me. 
     I am not going to apologize for being me.
     I am not going to apologize for the way I write, or the way I twist things to sound amazing and awesome. I am not going to apologize for my made up words or my cussing. I am not going to apologize for my repetition or my overly drawn out cliches. 
     And when I get done with all of this, at Resolution #352, I am going to look back at all of this and think, "Hey! I fucking accomplished something awesome. And I am pretty fucking awesome for doing exactly what it was that I set out to do, whatever that might be." 
     I certainly don't need anyone holding my hand the entire way, and I certainly don't need anyone bashing me for doing something you obviously can't.
     Okay, the bashing hasn't happened yet, but when it does (it always does), I will have this post ready and prepared. 
     I am just getting it out of the way. 
     So suck it.

Resolution #13: Never apologize for being you. If someone has a problem with who you are, they are never going to be worth your time. NEVER. So wish them a good day, flip them the bird, and move on. You are you for a reason. And it is not up to someone else to make you feel like shit for being who you are, whoever that may be.