What started the notion of blogging

So then, there I was, watching lovely F enter the room, when emotions started to come. Emotions, you have to understand, have been a foreign presence in my entire life. So I was understandably flustered, when as F sat next to me, and asked how I was, that tears sprang to my eyes. Tears. In public. Tears sprang to my eyes in a room full of people; people who there to attend a wedding. I was crying at a wedding for all the wrong reasons.

Explanations. My friend was telling me that looking for explanations is worse, because if you don't know the reason behind actions and events, then it the experience is just repeated over and over in your mind, which does little to solve the problem.

I finally have come to realize tears are not a bad thing, especially since, if I allow them to come more often, perhaps I won't burst into a blubbering mess at a wedding. 

So I need to talk to someone, but it is SO hard. But continuing to talk to my 17yr old sister about all this crap is just unacceptable.

So blogging. Perhaps I can blog thoughts and grievances, and maybe it will be therapeutic. 

I always wanted to have one of those cool blogs with witty entries, but then life sucked, so I figured being a cliche wouldn't be that bad, especially since no one will read this anyways. 

Blog, you're hired.