Here’s something I wrote to someone today, because ‘rules’. There are now ‘rules’ for shit that should just be for fun or because it makes you happy. Sheesh, people, way to make life even harder than it already is. Anyway a bit tweaked for personal stuff:

Read a post about ‘rules’.  Seriously, everything on line is pretty much ridiculous, if you ask me.  There are tons of things about comparing your reading with others, keeping lists of books you’ve read for that purpose, making reading into a chore instead of a relaxing and sometimes informative pastime.  Rules about blogging. Rules about this that or the other. Made up by who, you may ask. Stupid people, I answer.  Not everything in life is a competition, or a way to make yourself popular or get clicks, or earn money or whatever.  I blog because I have things to say.  Period.  I read because I love to read.  I do whatever I do because it makes me happy.  I couldn’t care less about what other people read, or say how or why I should blog, or whatever rules some moron somewhere has made up for whatever part of life they think they know everything about.  Get off line and do what you love because you love it.  How do you think people survived before the internet started telling them how to live and what to care about?  I lived most of my life without the internet, and I managed just fine, thank you very much.  🙂 Just let yourself be you and do what makes you happy.  That’s really the secret to life, I think.