Personal Space.

So I've decided in addition to the Bang Gang blog, which more or less never gets updated, that it would be good to resurrect a space for myself again, where I can post about inane happenings not necessarily intended to invoke chuckles from the audience... although that would be a nice side effect in general.

I'm also debating whether or not to just come out and say whatever I'm feeling regardless of who reads this or the consequences thereof. The struggle is against the side of me that absolutely detests being a whore for sympathy, as well as thinking about myself as pathetic whenever my thoughts turn toward self-pity or really any negativity in general. There are so many things to be thankful for every second of your life, it's a disservice to the people that are actually dealing with serious shit to not enjoy the comfort and blessings you've been given for even a moment.

There's a girl that went to my church back when I was in highschool, 2 or 3 years younger than me. I never really knew her, but she was friends with a few of my friends, so we were acquaintances at the least. She was just diagnosed with cancer (of the liver? see, I don't even remember... how insensitive is that?). What right do I have to complain about anything that I'm going through?

The answer is none.