Not a creator

I’m not what some would call a creator. I don’t teach on any real topic, I’m not a person of interest, and I’m almost positive 99.99999999% of the people who see anything I write have a clue who I am.

I’m more of a babbler than anything, if that could be a thing. I spew forth words that may only have significance to me, maybe someone else in a rare case. But nonetheless I like to babble. I like to write my words down and put them out there in the internet ether.

Today for the first time, I’m doing this in long form from my phone. My god! the typos that are likely to be in here. But, why the hell not. It’s a test, to see if I can transpose these idle thoughts to the world while out and about with just my phone. So I sit here in the Kumon waiting room while my children begrudgingly do more math and lit than their actual school requires. It’s the torture of having an immigrant mother.

As you can see, I babbled my way to a fourth paragraph. How the bullshit can flow forth from my thumbs! For I am not a creator.

Cheers!