Girls Are Crazy

Before I blog about "The TALK," I want to address one thing: How-Crazy-Girls-Are.

Okay, I will be the first one to admit I am a tad off my rocker, but I like to think I'm still sane in most regards. I'm just growing up and maturing, and if I want to blog about it I will. It helps me work through my thoughts and makes sharing information with select friends who know of this blog easier than repeating the same stuff 5x. No one else personally knows who I am, so it's fine.

I think it's really weird when you post personal comments and things all over the internet. From weird articles to Facebook groups. TMI. No one cares that you "pretend its the FORCE when using automatic car unlocker things" to "when I was younger I made soup out of my ice cream." When you Google your name and 4 pages of results show up pertaining to you, you are oversharing. Friending family members of guys you are not in a relationship with is weird. As well as then commenting on their shit. Stalker weird.