I Only Got Four Minutes to Write a Blog

Actually, it’s 4:26 but how stupid does “I Only Have Four Minutes and Twenty Six Seconds to Write a Blog” sound? Correct answer:
very stupid.

Extremely stupid even.

Anyway, I’m tryin’ somethin’ new. If I like it, I’ll keep doin’ it. If I don’t like it, I may randomly get bored and decide to try it again. I don’t know yet.

The rules to this are simple:

Just like Madonna and Justin only had four minutes to save the world, I’ve got four minutes to write a blog. Duh. When whatever it is that I’m using as a timer stops, I stop.

So, “Solo Dolo” by Kid Cudi is cued up and all ready to go and my four minutes—and twenty-six seconds—start…now.

I do a lot of crazy shit. Well, I wouldn’t call it crazy but you might. Why? Because you’re a bunch of haters, that’s why, but eh, I digress. For now.

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again:
It’s the quote unquote crazy ish that I do that helps me to hold onto what’s left of my sanity. You may think that that’s weird and/or juvenile but

1) I don’t give a gotdang about what you think; who the eff are you to me?
2) Doin’ the things that I do is the only way that I feel anything remotely close to normal.

I’ve been through a lot in my twenty years. Been through some ish that some of y’all would never be able to survive, yet here I am. I’m still makin’ it through. Even though it hurts and like hell at that. Failure is not an option for me.

So my weirdness is an escape. The crazy things I do help me to momentarily