Nobody Told Me the Rules

Life is complicated. It seems to be made up of a thousand little rules telling people what is and is not socially acceptable, and it is our job to figure them out flawlessly with no mistakes, easy right? BULL CRAP. For me it seems like one big set up to make you feel embarrassed, awkward, or insecure. I mean how can I know all the rules of apparently the acceptable way to be black, the rules of being the "perfect" girl, not just for myself but for that future husband I have to find, the rules of somehow knowing everything, so people don't think your stupid in college, the rules of always being ready and never caught of guard, because remember I'm suppose to know everything.The rules of the "right" way to love, the rules of being different but not stepping across that line too much, the rules of success, no matter if it requires you to sell your soul, and the rules of what every writer should be reading about or writing about. All these pesky rules telling me how to be me, and although I shouldn't I break my neck, a leg, and a few butt bones trying to follow each one, trying my best to follow the rules. But it's really quite a conundrum, because I only find out about the rules once I've broken them and messed up the social handbook. Do you know why? BECAUSE NOBODY TOLD ME THE RULES. They all (and I'm still working on who "they" is in this scenario) are just trying to figure out how to make you look dumb, to make you feel like you don't know what your doing, and that you haven't got a clue at this life stuff. Well, breaking news: we don't. We are all struggling through life together being the perfect little angels we are and staying inside of society's rules and standards, impossible standards I may add. We know we all mess up, but one of life's major games that everyone loves to participate in is how to keep other people from knowing it, how to make our lives seem better than theirs and pretend the hiccups are all apart of our master plan (cue evil laughter). It's probably my favorite game, and I have gotten exceptionally good at it, maybe because I've been playing  it since I could walk. The point is I never know the rules and it leaves me either mind blown, embarrassed, or lucky (because sometimes I get it right, sometimes).

BUT there is always a silver lining in it all. People love to focus on all the unfairness of life and the negative, but I believe there is always some positive. It may be extremely hard to find in certain situations and even damn near impossible. But with every post I plan to bring you a little happy thought to take away, no matter how challenging that might be. My name is Courtney Gilliam and I am new to the world of blogging but I am so excited to tell you the tales of my life, the realizations of new rules, my outrage of certain standards and I promise to entertain. Although that is not why I am here. I know for awhile I may just be talking to myself, which is okay because I do that all the time anyway (I'm not crazy). I'm not doing it for the million bajillion followers (but you are welcome of course) but because I love to write, I love stories, and I love to tell them. I want to hear other people's stories and I want to hear about all those pesky rules and limitations they deal with. So please feel free to comment, to join in, and visit me daily. My blog is about the rules nobody told me and how I face them and react. Plus, in trying to become a better writer their will be a daily write, ranging from poetry, short stories, short screenplays, and whatever writing there is from new pieces of work to old, and I would love your feedback. There are a thousand things I don't know and it will be an adventure learning and growing along the way. I don't know all the rules, no one does, and if they say they do their lying to you, but as the old saying goes, rules are made to be broken, or in simpler terms: BOO THE RULE FOLLOWERS! And not only do they make good lessons, but they also make damn good stories.