Okay, I’m new to blogging, though I have plenty of things that I incessantly brood over. I used to think, “Why should I write a blog? How cocky of me to think others want to read about the ramblings in my head.” Then the ultra-insecure side of me said, “Who would even read it? It’d be another dead blog. I bet I wouldn’t even get any comments.” Well, part of this statement came true. I’ve had a website and travel blog spot for about a month now and no one has commented on a single thing, not even my mama. Now that should have discouraged me and sent me into a self-pitying declension, right? Well, it gave me a false sense of privacy and confidence instead. Since no one is listening anyway, I mean reading, or at least, answering me, then I can say what in the heck I want to say. No consequences. No conflict. No political-correctness. No worries, mate. Now we all know this isn’t true, but my lack of visibility is giving a sista a little needed courage to put it all out there – essays, short stories, weekly cuss-outs of the idiots, reviews, links to stuff I like, dessert foodie posts, unsolicited love advice, etc. So here’s to public, but seemingly private brooding.