I"m a bit paranoid actually... When I type I tend to say exactly what's on my mind which would be a good thing in most instances. I can't forget that this could possibly be read by more people than I intended to. So, I must keep in mind that this is a journal and not a diary- two totally different things. I am more than likely going to ramble on and on until I get comfortable enough to truly express myself. I might never get to that point, who knows, but I will definitely try. I am a bit of an oddball, ergo my title, Barefoot in Blue. I think it visually sums me up, I am continually barefoot and my hair and clothing is almost always blue. That's me. I pride myself in knowing myself but this is only a recent occurrence. I can remember the day. I went to school and was decked out in blue head to toe (sounds scary, huh?) and someone asked, "Blue yo' favorite color, huh?" and I was like, "it's whatever" and I looked down and realized what I had on and it got me thinking: "Wow, if I didn't notice something this obvious about myself, what else am I not picking up on?" It was such a revelation; my room, three quarters of my clothing, and now my car and living room are all blue. Though a favorite color is not an amazing discovery, the idea of someone telling me obvious things about me, creeped me out. So, I began to get to know myself (This is so Dr. Phil) I tried to notice my likes and dislikes, my pluses and minuses, what pissed me off and brought me joy. It's rough to look at yourself through an unbiased mirror, but mandatory if you don't want to walk around with a proverbial piece of tissue on your shoe- everyone sees it but you. For instance, many people will proudly admit things like "I'm so stubborn!" or something to that nature. If they sat for a moment and thought about what that meant about themselves and how it affected their growth and loved ones, they would either keep the thought to themselves or strive to change. And so, this basic online journal is another step in my getting to know myself; letting my fingers type what they will, allowing my brain to subconsciously express itself, then reading it over, just like you are doing now, all the while putting up a fence so I don't say too much. Quite a challenge. Like I said, I am a Blog virgin so excuse my meek, timid, and I'm sure morbidly mundane subject matter, with time, I'll hopefully become a pro...