Ave has entered the building...

I have not been writing, lately, at least not on this blog. Why, you ask? Well, I really cannot answer that, because I do not know.

Wait. No, that is not true.

Here is the real deal...

It has been a month-and-a-half, since I last posted a blog. I suppose that I scared myself out of doing it, because I violated one of my own rules. I always say: "You shouldn't have to curb honesty, for the sake of appearance." Well, I have been curbing my own honesty, for that very reason. Since I started working in my old and familiar hometown, I have been guarding what I say, post Online, write on social networking sites, etc... I guess I was actually concerned about what others saw through their own eyes.

You might be thinking: "What the hell, Ave? I thought you were supposed to be this super-woman, who does not give the slightest care about what people think? You mean to tell me, that you actually began to care about the judgments of other people?"

I guess I did.

Luckily, I came to my senses. I have decided that I am, who I thought I was!
I do not care what people think about me, and if what they think is negative, well... they can just keep on thinking it! Since when have I ever been conventional? Never. So, why did I suddenly begin to care about how I was judged, or who was judging me? I do not know. Maybe I thought that I went too far, in what I disclosed in this blog. Perhaps I did. A careful observer, would see that this newly re-released blog has undergone some major editing. I cannot take back what has already been read, but I can prevent it from being discovered by new eyes, or re-read by old ones, right?

At this point, I no longer care about that, either. Being free-spirited and carefree have always been characteristics valued by this writer. I am not saying that I am going to go all "Lady Gaga" on here, but unconventionality is an art form, in moderation.

I refuse to live in fear. I have done so for so long, that the fear-based reality, was all that I knew. After a month hiatus, I have found that self-censoring is a waste of time. Kurt Cobain once said something to the effect of: "I would rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I'm not." I think that this quote has summarized how I feel, these days.

So, let us herald the re-emergence of the sometimes controversial and uninhibited Avenue!

This street has been a little empty, I must say.

The Deserted Street of Avenue Eighty-One

Listening to: the crickets and frogs in my backyard, with the occasional buzz, buzz of a skeeter flying near my ears.



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