<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316144028437354633</id><updated>2011-07-16T14:38:37.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic Pessimist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realisticpessimist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5316144028437354633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realisticpessimist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119027207314414742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljejmb3qTN4/TiIEKRlzQqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B7Mt3iJWjuk/s220/blog%2Bpic%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316144028437354633.post-4632571276609183865</id><published>2011-07-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:58:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Blog Ever Written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following blog was written over 5 years ago during a particularly difficult time in my life.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing to see how far I've come since then.&amp;nbsp; In fact,&amp;nbsp; I hardly remember the person that I wrote about then.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I do see how dramatic I was at that moment but I also know that writing that down at the time was a&amp;nbsp;very cathartic experience.&amp;nbsp; It's a little long, a little wordy and very little like the me I see today. However, I feel the need to post it so....here goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nov 9, 2006 &lt;br /&gt;Why Does The Moon Smirk At Me?&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I took a drive earlier this evening to collect my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; So many goings on in my head.&amp;nbsp; Mostly confusion and illusion.&amp;nbsp; That sounds like the same thoughts, but I assure you, that in Lori's world, everything is different.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to my drive...&amp;nbsp; I ended up by an old tree at our reservoir.&amp;nbsp; I used to go to this spot when I was a kid.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful, serene, quiet, woodsy.&amp;nbsp; I just needed to be alone for just a brief time.&amp;nbsp; As I sat in my car, windows down, stereo off, engine off, I was alone with my thoughts for the first time in a very long while.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of scary to be alone with your thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I was afraid of what they might say to me.&amp;nbsp; But, in that silence, with the moon staring down at me with that same cocky smirk on his face that I've grown to love, I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart and the faint sliding of a small tear as it carved it's path down my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confusion comes from not knowing what to do.&amp;nbsp; Illusion comes from not knowing when something is real, or when something isn't.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, the illusion will bring confusion and that's where I sat tonight.&amp;nbsp; Alone, at the Norwalk Reservoir, by my old familiar tree that has a beautiful view of the stone turtle that I used to play on as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are so many things that I miss.&amp;nbsp; So many things I don't.&amp;nbsp; I just want ME back.&amp;nbsp; I like Lori when she's not being overly dramatic.&amp;nbsp; She's fun, energetic, loving, kind, loyal, and let's not forget, irresistable &amp;amp; intoxicating. (ha)&amp;nbsp; I saw glimpses of her tonight as the moon cast it's eerie reflection on the water.&amp;nbsp; But, just as quickly as she arrived, she was gone. The wind blew the water, and it&amp;nbsp; carried that glimpse of her along it's ripples where it disappeared on the rocky shoreline. And as the wind made it's way past my old tree it whispered to me, then dried that tear that had carved it's path down my cheek.&amp;nbsp; And, once again, I was alone, with my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I might see her again soon.&amp;nbsp; I hope so.&amp;nbsp; Just that glimpse gave me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you see her anywhere, tell her I'm looking for her.&amp;nbsp; OH!! You might need to give her directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like I said... In Lori's world, EVERYTHING is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Just Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316144028437354633-4632571276609183865?l=realisticpessimist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realisticpessimist.blogspot.com/feeds/4632571276609183865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realisticpessimist.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-very-first-blog-ever-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5316144028437354633/posts/default/4632571276609183865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5316144028437354633/posts/default/4632571276609183865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realisticpessimist.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-very-first-blog-ever-written.html' title='My Very First Blog Ever Written'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119027207314414742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljejmb3qTN4/TiIEKRlzQqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B7Mt3iJWjuk/s220/blog%2Bpic%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
