Let's Talk About Something Else

I'm going to be truthful, I am disappointed. I'm mostly disappointed in me. It seems I have made this about me, my life. I have made my life about me, who else would it be about? Isn't everyone's life about themselves? Who came up with the idea that any of the lives we live are our own? The simple answer to the question is God. He's the one to give life and free will to us. He didn't give us anyone else's path, except our own. It's like this blog, Blogspot allowed me this way of communicating to people and to use my blog how I please. I like the fact that it's about me or least I have the will to do so. However, at the very same time I hate it. In fact, it's like looking in the mirror. I don't know about anyone else, but I look at myself in the mirror alot. Is that being too honest? Well, I do. I look at myself in the mirror so much, I get annoyed at the sight of myself. It's like when people are sick of hearing about Mondonna or Brad Pitt. I'll get to my point. I am sick of myself. I am annoyed at thinking about what I want or what I should do. I don't want to write another "I." That will start as soon as this entery is done. I am going to begin "my life" with alittle change to start off with. I am going to make my blog about - not me. I don't know what I am going to make it about, it just can't be about you know who.