badstar

And now your daily moment of confession...

Anyone who's known me for more than 5 minutes has probably gotten some idea that in most situations, I don't give a rip what people think of me. Not that I go out of my way to be particularly obnxious (not without good reason anyway), but if you think my hair's weird...not my problem. Got a problem with my religion? I'm not hurting you, deal with it. I'm 27 and single, you say there's somethng wrong with me...I say lay off the crack.

You get the point.

Just a little while ago, I came to the conclusion that I think I think I have something to prove.

(Just to clarify...I *know* that I don't have to "prove" anything. I'm going to ask that, if you feel the need to respond to my thoughts here, you don't come up with "Don't worry you don't have to prove anything to anyone." I know this already. I'm just...aparently not convinced.)

This seems to be a huge sticking point in my ritual writing...for the full moon rite...that I'm suposed to be holding Sunday.

Every little thing I start to write...I reject because it's not...you know like, wow

I have this sort of alter ego character I've been carrying around in my head for as long as I can remember. Not quite "super hero" caliber (She'd never wear a cape, far too easy to catch on fire and besides...being a superhero would be inconvenient, what with always having the comissioner calling and stuff), but up there. Worthy of her own comic book series for sure.

I am not my Alter Ego. That's what my alter ego is for.

I need to let go.