candoor (part two)

meanwhile, in the (e)thereal world, as if the universe was out there just to send reassuing messages to candoor, a stranger left a comment on the last place candoor called home right here, i wouldn't lie (nyuk nyuk though, i would nyuk nyuk) and it is not spam, the message is from a real person... wonerful wonderful, another person to be introduced to our gazillions of fans here and more importantly, perhaps a friend for the blog family who matter so much more (cuz you are not as imaginary as the gazillions of fans, ya know?)... so i went to visit her blog and read it all and smiled and was inspired to respond (and we know how rare it is for me to leave this little blog home i've created other than to explore the wilderness of the web via the thousands of facebook links that are tossed at me daily if i visit there (which is why weeks go by sometimes without my remembering to go there at all) or some other web world where i can just voyeur) and here we are inspired to continue the pondering of candoor cuz the universe kinda sorta inquired in it's own universal way...

but before i digress too fay (too late?), without further ado, here is the comment i left that may be revealing (or not)...

lol this was fun to read :)

just so you know, i am rather terrible these days at leaving my own blog world (where my addiction to writing is way too obvious, but i wouldn't have it any other way) and visiting others, but i have at least visited you today and read all of your entries... i love the journey you've begun and the comfortable openness in the style of your writing...

writing, for me, provides many personal services from relaxation to exploration to creative play to therapy and beyond, anything can happen in the words (and probably has)... somewhere along the way i must have found myself and then i just continued creating myself and most of all rambling on and on because rambling on and on is fun for me... it's not all fun and games, but hey, life without a major trauma or two now and then could be boring (positive spins are my specialty when i remember that negative thoughts are only temporary and like sandpaper, only helpful to smooth out something and then better left on the work bench - or some such metaphor like that)... some people smoke, some drink, some seek professional help... i write, ramble, babble, free-associate, and occasionally might even actually communicate something coherently enough to be understood outside of my own head...

i hope you find what you are looking for in your writing and wish you peace, love, happiness, and fun along the way :)

oh, and hello to Piekie, Sponge, and the rest of your family too :)

yeah, i can be so familiar with a stranger is suppose, but hey, i'm a friendly sort of blogger and it's wonderful to get a genuine message in a comment from a real live person, ya know?... especially when i might have been about to send candoor through some imaginary existential identity crisis or something... could this be the start of a forty-two part trilogy?...