So while blog-brainstorming, someone suggested I write about someone. I said, "It doesn't suit my writing style, cryptic dark and depressing." Someone else said that would be showing the world how mushy I am.

Thus a note to clarify.
GT is not:
a) a good enough writer, nor
b) a softy

PART A (Yes, what comes before Part-B, Am on the same wavelength)
I can't write about much.
My musings of life all have to be taken with a pinch of salt.
A narrated 'life and times of me'-style blog is too hip for me.
I write things that only I can truly construe the right way.
The reason is seemingly unclear and purposefully obvious.
I want people to try and get me and mentally infiltrate every facet of my life.
Told you it was sad. Notes like these, introspects if you may, don't look that nice to me or read well.
And I require a springboard. Or a mental trampoline.

Furthermore, I do write about people generally, but it is also strange and weird and creepy.
I mean, certain people think every blog is about them. Plusamundo, I seem to view things slightly warped in my writings. A blog I found glorious and joyful, led a friend to tell me I was 'pretty messed up.' So maybe I need to stop writing. Creation of a new blog was suggested.
But how can I relegate this one to oblivion?
I did not just think of hurting its feelings, shut up.
Chronological-ing my life made easy, I like to read and remember where I was throughout, well, sixty-four posts apparently. Sometime I read them all in a night. One blog attacked everyone in my life at the time. More often than not, the labelled emotional-culprits receive worded accolades.

Tangent Tundra!
Point is, I need to learn to write or craft words like the epic wordsmith I is, without the collapsible-folding-chair of a persona.