50 Shades of Grey has Forever Ruined the Metaphor I Wish to Use in This Blog

I haven't blogged in quite a while. And btw, is it a while, or awhile? I'll just google it. Anyways, I'm thinking I'll start up again. I have so much time on my hands, you know. (sarcasm font, when will you be created?)

My problem is that I have opinions on everything and could easily come up with something to say on a daily basis, however I find myself worried about offending people. Ok, so maybe that is like 5% of the problem. What I really find troubling is the prospect of re-reading this blog in a year or two and wishing time travel was real so I could go back and bitch slap myself for thinking such things and then putting them on the internets. (yes, I meant to say internets, for some reason it makes me lol)

Recently I went through my facebook timeline all the way back to when I first activated my account (2007). I was absolutely horrified by some of my status updates and "notes" with titles like "35 random things about myself".  Btw, 25 of the 35 are either no longer true or just completely absurd for an adult to lay claim to.

And all of my insane sounding political posts in 2008!? Holy Crap I was annoying. (apologies to all who are aware of what exactly I am talking about) Those were the days when I sat on the farthest right of the republican fence. I cannot tell you how different I see things now. 

It makes me wonder how different things will seem in another 5 or 10 or even 20 years. I believe this evolution of thought may be referred to as "wisdom". And for a girl who is deathly afraid of some things age can bring, wisdom is a gift I wholeheartedly look forward to.

Random and  somewhat off topic side note: 50 Shades of Grey has not only ruined the metaphor about things not being so black and white (you know the one), but it also STOLE about 8 to 10 precious hours of my life. That book is just turrible. (yes, I know I said turrible, thank you Charles Barkley) I really don't know what the deal is with everyone and this series. Maybe I'll blog tomorrow about why I want to punch EL James in the throat.