So this starts now....

Okay, so this is weird. Because my whole life I wanted to be a 'writer' and right here and now, tonight, I decided to take a step forward (in this often overwhelming and competitive) digital age to start what I had started so long ago in the form of personal observations in my journal since I was able to write.  And yes, I know that the split infinitive is “WRONG”, but I swear I love it because it flows with my personality, so back off grammar freaks.
So, who else wants to be a writer? Anyone? The funny part of that question is that there is a hidden assumption. Who wants to be a "published writer" is more appropriate. I mean, after all, don't we all want some kind of gratification for our efforts?
It's like today. I went to work. I did my job. I exercised. I watched what I ate. I went to counseling. I went to class. I came home and expected some kind of reward. There wasn't really anything except a few dirty dishes and some stale chocolate.
The big deal today was that my soon-to-be-ex and I went to co-parenting classes. That's a big deal considering that just 5 months ago he threw a bike in my direction in unrestricted anger.  I mean, to me, that's a big deal. What do you think? Anyway, we are going to go through 8 weeks of this personalized class. And it hit me: my parents never went to a class. Neither did his... Do most parents go through parenting classes or is it kind of the luck of the draw? I see the 'bad' parents from time to time at Target or Von's. They are shouting back at their kids without regard for who hears them.
One day, I remember this vividly, this guy was like saying to his two year old daughter at the check out, "sweetie, we'll take this video home but it's mine; it comes back to Daddy's house, it doesn't stay at Mommy's" and the little girl began to whine about seeing her Mommy and he looked right at me and said, "sweetheart, you don't get to see Mommy today; today is Daddy's day and that is what the court said. Talk to the judge if you want it different". He look at me instead of her. It was odd. And I just smiled, like, as if he had just said to me, "how about those Jet's?" and frankly I don't follow sports teams so I can't guarantee that I would smile in that case.
What is our society doing? We are crumbling and I mean beyond the seams....we are dying right in front of our very eyes and all we can do is up our cable subscription and call the maid to help us out just one more day per week. When, when I ask, did our society become so disposable? When did it become a pick up line to share our personal travails in the line at the supermarket? How desperate have we become?
Anyway, how does that get back to me and writing? Well, shit, I think I've written a few hundred words and shit if I know if anyone will read it. But it sure is fun enough for me. 
 I guess that's why the Internet is so popular in this day and age. It feeds our inner psyche's need to feel heard. And being heard, I mean, really understood is amazing.