I consider myself a very strong person who isn`t afraid to delve into the arena of self-reflection. Therefore it has come to my attention that I do have a very serious and public problem. I`m an addict. I consume my drug and I start giggling loudly or fuming, then I type frantically. I get verbose. I can`t stop, I won`t stopping just like P. Diddy boasted in various hip-hop songs. I`m an addict and my drug of choice is mari, I mean Sepia Mutiny.
I don`t know how this happened. I`m a nice African-American woman from a wonderful family who is well-educated, traveled, and spirited. I come from people who helped build Baptist churches. How could this happen? How could I spend countless minutes online at school composing long winded but intelligent and clever responses to Sepia Mutiny`s posts. How can I explain myself? What can I do to stop the pain for Sepia Mutiny readers who have to see four separate comment posts from your lovely Ms. World on the same topic. Did I mention that I can write over 200 words in each posts?
I`m a woman who can take criticism, so I will own up to my addiction. I won`t blame others. However, I must add that it is not my fault that I can write so well and I`m so verbose. I`m a graduate of Indiana University-Bloomington`s School of Journalism. I was lauded for my writing ability. Have I mentioned that some of my articles from my old days at the newswire were published in The Wall Street Journal with my byline? It`s not my fault I`m gifted and can type like a demon on fire in Dante`s first level of hell. I mean God, gave me these gifts. I can`t allow them to go unused. I must share it with the world and readers of Sepia Mutiny. I`m trying to educate them, or drive them insane, feel free to take your pick.
They need me to convert them to the Black side. Mr., I mean my South Asian friends converted me to the brown side. I`m trying to drive them cra, I mean help them. Why can`t they see the light and leave me alone about typing 250 words in a single comment post? Are they trying to quiet me because I`m not South Asian? I would understand, I mean I hope not. It is not my fault because I discovered the website in some random fashion. Of course if I had never discovered Sepia Mutiny this tragedy that is my addiction would have never happened. I would still be on Blackplanet.com. I would be writing witty, intelligent, and insightful comments on the state of Black on Black love. The weather doesn`t help me either. The winters are harsh in the Japanese Alps, so I get jiggy with Sepia Mutiny. But, come mid-March, I will be basking in the land of the rising sun, making merry with my tomodachi, and sipping sake while lounging and waxing poetically on the beauty of cherry blossoms.
I can`t believe this has happened to me. I`m not one of those techies who have socialization problems. I`m a rock star in Toyama-ken and in the JET Community.I give good parties, conversation, and advice. Everyone is dying to be my friend. How could this happened to me?
p.s. I`m happy to report the Blogsphere Rehab clinic on 1234 Blog Blvd. has accepted Ms. World as a patient. Ms. World is now in treatment. She has given us her word that she won`t write four 200 word comment posts on Sepia Mutiny`s website in the near future. We`ve counseled Ms. World to use her own weblog to post her opinions. She said she`ll follow our suggestions.
Ms. World has also decided to take a short reprieve from visiting Sepia Mutiny due to some "bad energy" circulating around various commentary posts. Ms. World hopes she hasn't added any "bad energy" because it would go against her personal doctrine of love and light. Thank you for all your care and concern about Ms. World`s problem.