Tramp's 1st rant: How Blogging is Going to Get Me Put in a Mental Instituiton

Hello world.
I'm feeling like blogging today. I like the idea of blogging.
I just totally realized the entire point behind blogging. This is just my excuse to talk to myself.
Seriously just think about it for a second. No one's actually reading what I'm writing. I'm the only one reading what I'm writing. That's pretty much the equivalent to talking to yourself, I'd say. And that's the point of blogging: When you're blogging your thoughts, you trick yourself into believing that you aren't talking to yourself. So blogging is basically just a cover up for the fact that you're talking to yourself. It's like a form of denial. Right now I suppose I'm denying the fact that I'm crazy, because if someone came up to me and was like "You're crazy." I could just be like "Uh, I don't think so. I blog. I don't talk to myself. You're clearly the crazy one." And then they would leave and possibly check you into a mental instituiton, and then the therapist would be all "And how does blogging make you feel?" And you'd be all "Like I'm not crazy, because I'm not crazy. Leave me alone, douchecake." And then the therapist would mark you down as in the denial stage and then you'd be angry because as far as you know, you really aren't crazy and that therapist is up to his nose in bullshit so then you'd jump up and start yelling so then the therapist would mark you down as in the anger phase and then he'd smile and be like "Good job, paitent 41552. You're progressing. The next stage is acceptance! Hooray!" And then you'd try to attack you're therapist but then the security guards would come and put you in a holding cell and you'd be all alone and you wouldn't have a computer anymore so you can't  blog so you have to talk to yourself and then you realize that Holy crapmonkeys. I am crazy! And then you would realize that the therapist was right the entire time and he would let you out of your cell and you'd go to the therapist and be like "I'm crazy. Cure me! CURE ME YOU FOOL!" And  the therapist would be like "Yay! The acceptance stage at last!"
So...I guess I'm trying to say that blogging is bad for your mental health, which is kind of weird because that isn't the point I was originally trying to make with that rant.


You know what I just realized? I have no clue what turkey bacon is. Just for your information, I'd love to be enlightened on the subject.

--Tramp