Yeah... so I'm sure no one will read this. It's ok. I'm sorry I've ignored you so long dear Xanga. And it's so sad because you're so much more personable and sensible than facebook. Sorry to bring up that "f" word. Lol. Anyway... It's kinda ironic that my last post says I'm dating and then *poof* blogging is history. I guess that's how it goes. But I'm still dating. For the record. I need to start writing again. I wanna explore my thoughts for longer than just in my head. I want read them later. Maybe someone will find them later, like I found Bubby's after cleaning out his room. Wow. That's an interesting guy. Actually, it's pretty fascinating to see the inside of someone's head like that. I give him kudos for letting himself dream. I wonder how many of those letters he actually sent to those girls. If he did, they probably got creeped out and avoided him drastically. I thought about all the guys I've starkly avoided in my life, and, now I kinda wish I had stayed behind and talked to them for a while. Those people we think are so weird and don't make any sense, won't ever fit in, or have loser written all over them... they spend a lot of time thinking. Probably because no one wants to listen. And that's sad, because everyone has something to share that the rest of us could learn from. Especially the weird ones. God, forgive me if I've ever not let the weird one teach me. I wanna do a project. I haven't told anyone yet. I want to summon the ugliest people in the world... well maybe not the entire world... I would like if they spoke English. I want their stories. I want to talk to them about what it's like to be ...ugly. How many times do we toss that word around, calling it of ourselves when our hair doesn't look quite right, or someone happened to capture our faces in just the right moment--forever to be laughed at and ridiculed--by a camera lens. How many times do we toss it in puns and teasing pokes at friends and ...well that person we kinda meant it about. But we're not really ugly. And they're not really ugly. Most of us aren't ugly. But some people really are ugly. They have scars, birth defects, or just happened to get the right mixture genes from the parentals. They are looked upon with disgust or pity, or not looked at at all lest we be caught staring. They are laughed at, they are ignored. But what do they think? How do they feel? In a world where good looks will get you anywhere... where do they fit in? Is it really a curse? I don't think so. Yes, I know... easy for me to say. Regardless, I want to find them and hear them out. I want to write about them. I want to take lots and lots of pictures of them. I want to tell their story in a way that no one will forget. No one who hears what they have to say will think of an ugly person the same way again. How do I embark on such a journey? Would anyone come to me and say "I am ugly, I want you to pick me." How do I find them? | 
I'm dating.
