It has been brought to my attention that what I have chose to name my blog could be some what controversial. That perhaps, people reading may think this is being written about someone who is on drugs. Personally, speed is not one of the drugs I've had the chance of experiencing, which quite frankly I'm okay with, but from what I know about it... if someone on speed had the self control to sit down, and concentrate and be patient to the point where they're writing as much as I have so far, I would applaud them. That's some pretty intense self control. Then again, people may also think that maybe I'm recovering, and that this is my story from a time before help, or rehab, whatever you would like to call it. Well, let me just clear the air nice and simply. I am not a drug addict, I never was a drug addict or addict of any kind and this is not a blog/story about drugs. I am truly sorry if this turns you off of continuing to read whatever I feel the need to put on here, or if I have disappointed you in any way. My title was not meant to be misleading.
The personal meaning to me naming my blog Life on Speed, is because that's exactly how my life feels at the moment. If my life could be interpreted as a volume level, it would be on full blast. Everything is coming at me at a mile a minute, new city, new home, new friends, new job, new everything really. And truth is, sometimes it's horrendously overwhelming. I feel like that's what an intense dosage of speed could do to a person. Give them the feeling that no drug is giving me, I'm getting this feeling by just living. But hey, who's going to complain about that, it's a lot cheaper then feeding into a drug habit.
I sincerely hope assumptions were not made simply over the word speed. Bubbles of thought may be burst after this post. Until next time!
Yours truly,
small town girl taking on the big city.
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