The first

Sometimes I feel the urge to write. Words play around in my head, and my hands want to write. I looked for my journal and paper, and then discovered I left them at home.  And you know what happens, these are times your urge becomes  so strong that you can't resist to open your domain and start writing the first post.
What better way to  write the first one. My heart lead the way. From childhood I have been following my heart intensely, albeit the resistance of the traditional society around me. I have always had a few people in my life whom I call my family. No matter where I have been, this became my reality. I never really care what others usually do.

If you met me though, it would seem otherwise. I might seem an extremely nice, polite and gullable person, who agrees to whatever you say. It’s because I probably didn’t gave a fuck about what you said,  and nodded  my head smiling nicely so you go away faster. Don’t get me wrong, I can be really gullable. But most of the time I am for the aforementioned reason. If I didn’t reply to you and agreed with you instantly, know that I probably dont agree with you or didn’t listen  to you at all . My time is precsious. I don't loose my time arguing with people I don't get along.

But the people I love, knows how much I love to argue.