First Post

As an outlet for my innermost feelings, and also because I lack any one person to convey those innermost feelings to, methinks an impersonal brain-dumpage into cyberspace will suffice. Not that I expect anyone should care to read my writings, nor care about my opinion of said writings. Anonymity being my friend, I shall find some small comfort in this outlet for over-processed thoughts and emotions long kept suppressed. How long shall the circus tent stay propped up?

The meaning of the word control I predict will end up a common theme, and it is where I shall begin. What does it actually mean to be in control of one's life? Some struggle to control what they consume, others have too many bills but not enough money. Those material things can end up controlling your life. Personally, I feel controlled by other people at this point in my life-my boss, my fiance, my mother. But the things I say are controlling my life are things I chose to be a part of. I wonder how many people in the world actually live without something controlling their life? None? Changing what controls you, changes you.