Insanity

I always have a hard time writing a blog post, I try to make it as perfect as possible. I worry about looking "intellectual" and smart, I wonder what other people think about me.
Why are my thoughts such a fucking mess? Why do I keep asking questions when there is no-one even reading my blog?
Why am I writing a blog without any reassurance that it'll ever become popular or that someone even reads it?

I don't know. That's the most important sentence of my life, I don't fucking know. There's so much I just don't know.
I hate being a teenager, I hate being smarter than other fifteen-year olds. It's hard, you know?
I like to think that I've just read way too much about everything, I know much more than I was ever supposed to know.
More importantly, I know way more than any fifteen year old can safely know.
I don't need all this information, so where does it go?
It just clutters up in my brain and makes my thoughts go on a rampage, bouncing from the sides of my skulls and eventually coming out from my mouth as a giant fuckup of sentences resembling something that once made some sense.

Did that make any sense? I don't know, I just let it flow out of my head.
I feel like I'm going insane, I feel like if I think about this any more I'll explode.
I can't handle this, especially when I have no-one to talk to... my friends? They just don't understand.

I like to write and I love to sing, why do I feel like I'm worst at both of those things? This blog post feels so fucking ridiculous and I know it is.

Why am I posting it? I don't know.

Thoughts

I hate teenager drama, there's always someone or something that makes someone upset and then suddenly everyone is upset about that even if they really don't give a fuck.
Relationships at this age are mostly lies and bullshit, or if they aren't then they are build on those things.
You know what I really think about all my friends? Idiots, all of them.
Why are they my friends? Let's just say that most human beings crave for social interaction... I have no-one else to be friends with.

Haha... now that I read what I wrote that sounds so "teenagey"... how can I write anything without being criticized for being fifteen years old?
I guess I can't. No matter what I say the counter-argument is "Oh well, you are just 15 years old, you are a stupid teenager".
Generalization... that's all it is. I hate it so goddamn much.

Also, recently there has been rumors I have a "drug problem" because I smoke weed. You know what's funny about this? The so-called "adults" who are saying that I have a drug problem smoke and drink alcohol every weekend.
So, people with a drug problem are saying that I have a drug problem?
Great! That must mean that I'm wrong and they are right, just because I'm fifteen fucking years old.
Let's forget everything what I said, I'm only 15!

I know I probably sound fucking idiotic and angsty but I'm not. It's just that when I drink I tend to ramble and rage about things, like this.

So is the life of an intellectual, open-minded, arrogant, "drug-abusing" teenager... stand by for a more interesting blog post.
~ The drunk, rambling mind of a teenager.

Nimiety

So as you may have noticed... oh wait, who am I talking to? No-one is reading my blog yet.
Anyways, if you stumbled across this blog, you may or may not be interested on who I actually am.
If you already read my "introduction" on the right side of my page, you'll have a good idea who I am.
If not... then go read it for fucks sake.

Now, this blog post is just an extended edition of my introduction so this may be very boring (or not, I don't know).
I'm rambling again... fuck. Well, let's get started shall we?
So, you may be asking "Why the fuck is your blogs name Nimiety" or "What the fuck does Nimiety mean"?... or some other variety of those same questions.
Nimiety means "Superfluity; excess", it's a pretty rare word nowadays. It comes from the late latin word nimietās  and nimis (newer latin).
So, why did I choose this word as my username and my blogs name? There's two reasons:
1. I talk too much so it describes me well.
2. It's a beautiful word.

Alright, blog's name and my username = explained. What else...? Oh yeah! Why did I make this blog?
If you want an honest answer: I don't have any fucking idea.
If you want a proper answer: To share my thoughts and views with the world (yeah I know, who cares?)

Now, if you are wondering about all the other stuff I said about myself on the introduction, it's all true.
Yes, I am a furry. Yes, I am a brony. Yes, I am a bisexual. 
If you have a problem with it, I don't even want you to read this blog.
Why? Because, I was a person who thought furries and bronies (or any other fandom followers) are sick and pathetic people... I hated them with all my heart. Same thing with bisexuals or gays, I hated them.
Then after some time I spent a lot of time meditating and thinking about myself and other people, I realized I can't say what's wrong and what's right.
How the hell would I know? Everyone has their own morals and ethics, I have mine. So why would my opinions be the right one? Same thing with everyone else, who decides what is good and what is bad?

I became more open-minded and eventually I learned to accept anyone as my friend, I started to love all human beings, animals, plants you name it!
So, no matter what kind of person you are, you are welcome to read/comment on my blog :) I love you.

This shitty blog post was brought to you by: "Nimiety".
Mood: Drunk.

The Beginning

Here it starts, my first proper and hopefully long-lasting blog.
I have no idea what I should write about, and at the moment I'm having internet problems so I almost couldn't write this blog post.

What a crappy start right? Oh well, if anyone stumbles across this blog, give me a subject to discuss. I'll share my views about anything.
I guess I'll start thinking about a better blog post now, this one shall remain here to fill up the first page (it looks horrible when it's empty).

Namaste.