In this world we have to be able to use every skill, knowledge and every experience to get through this life. We learn through the things we do. What works, what doesn't work, what we like and don't like and what we need and don't need. Our lives are a compilation of these things.

Plainly put, your life is the book you write in every day. Speaking it may be strange but believing it even more so. But when you think about it – some of us are willingly writing our stories – and recording the plot twists with care. Some of us are romanticizing the process by window sills and babbling brooks and forgetting that it all needs to be written and others of us still have decided to forgo the romance and skip right to "Chapter 13", where the screwing begins, if for nothing more than to please the flesh.

Will we become the villains in our stories sabotaging our every step to and giving into the insanity of the same outcome or will we rise above it to become something of a hero that would vanquish the madness within?

If we are spectators in our lives these doesn't leave much room for participating either. Everything should be an action because that's what living is – an action.

What does this have to do with writing? Everything! Writing is also an action and it's just as hard, just as time consuming and just as fulfilling as living. Living is a labor and so is writing – don't toil in vain. Interact with your world, with your angels, muses, people and demons. Get the stories that are worth telling out of them and put them down.

Journaling is a great way to do this and its one of the most fulfilling forms of writing because it gives you an instant satisfaction. The entries written can reflect that person's day, their feelings and even – a mental state. It's a simple exercise of purging that can open the door to many other writing experiences from the very serious to the playful and light side of things.

I wrote a silly piece about the events of my morning a few years back and it involved a yellow shirt, a bra and my reflection.

A Day in the Life

Me (standing in the mirror): Damn....the girls look awesome today!

Reflection Me: I know! They look awesome.

Yellow Shirt: I am framing them perfectly with my accentuallatedness of the scoop neck. Wah-lah! You want cleave, I give you RACK!

Black Satin Bra: Excuse me?! I give her RACK! I am responisble for this show you know! If not for me you two would be scraping the ground.

Boobs in unison: Oh, we beg to differ. Let us remind you that if we weren't the DD's that we are, none of you would matter.

Me, Reflection Me, Yellow Shirt, Bra: Yeah that's true..they're right.

Black Satin Bra: But I do hold up my end of the bargain. I keep you together, close and help the world to know your full potential.

Me: She's got a point, 18 hours a day of holding you girls up. That's nothing to sneeze at.

Boobs in unison: You are right Bra. We love you, you complete us. Thank you for the support.

Black Satin Bra: Just doing my job. And girls you do look lovely in this shirt. Raawwr!

Boobs in unison: We aim to please.

Me: Yeah..hey, umm...about that

Boobs in unison: Yes?

Me: Girls, you do realize that it is a warm day today right?

Boobs in unison: Yes, we know - we were with you while you watched the news.

Me: Well where the hell else would you.....nevermind. Girls, it's going to be 77 degrees today.

Boobs in unison: Yes we know and in November, that's unheard of!

Me: Yeah yeah, listen - it's not cold in here or out there so....

Boobs in unison: So..?

Me: The point of Bra's contours is so the world doesn't know I have GINORMOUS nipples. Bra's efforts to conceal this issue is in vain if you two don't cooperate!

Boobs in unison: Ohhhh... No nipplage today?

Me: No. It's not Halloween - it's everyday. Put them away.

Boobs in unison: Aww but we are sooo ON right now.

Me: I know and I need you to be off.

Boobs in unison: Fine!

(few seconds pass)

Me: Um..the request was for both of you...why do I still see a nipple protruding through my shirt?!

Left Boob: I put it away as you asked!

Right Boob: Chelle.....tell me something

Me: What?

Right Boob: What were you thinking when you pierced me?

Me: Uh.... I was...what's that got to do with anything?

Right Boob: Plenty! You want smoothness and I can't give you smoothness because you pierced me!

Me: Its not even in!

Right Boob: This happens sometimes. You pierced the senstive stuff and any type of stimulus just sets it off.

Me: Well make it stop.

Right Boob: I can't!

Left Boob: Weird.

Me, Right Boob: Shut up!

Bra: We can fix this.

Me: How?! I look like a one eyed tweetie bird about the chest area!

Bra: It's okay - Just pinch Lefty.

Left Boob, Me: What!

Bra: Pinch her and then she'll match. Since you're having trouble with Righty, pinch Lefty and then she'll match.

Left Boob: No! Don't pinch me!

Me: Well what other option do I have??

Yellow Shirt: Ice?

Me: What..No. No NO!

Right Boob: You got a cup of it right there.

Me: Shut up..NO!

Bra: That would work way faster than pinching.

Me: Bra!

Bra: I'm just saying.

Me: ....

Reflection Me: ....

Me: I can't believe I'm doing this.

Left Boob: *Giggles*

Me: *sigh* Please don't take pleasure in this. You'll just make this weird on top of awkward.

Reflection Me, Yellow Shirt, Bra, Right Boob: Too late.

Left Boob: Oh..that will do it! Look at me, dare I say I am more pronounced than you Righty.

Right Boob: Well that can't be..

Me: I will smack you both. No more ice!

Yellow Shirt: I do kinda look like Tweetie.

Me: *rolls eyes*

Reflection Me: *rolls eyes*

Boobs in unison: We still rock!

Me: Yes...you still rock. Where's my damned jacket.

Boobs in unison: Awww

Me: Hush. I have to walk around in Sam's with you two staring at everything. You'll get over it.

Boobs in unison: Hope there's cute guys there.

Me: .... good grief.

Now if I remember correctly – I blamed this entire posting on caffeine and lack of sleep. I was too afraid to point out that I thought my breasts were actually speaking to me. After a good cry and talk with a sincere friend – I decided to write it out and share it on my livejournal...why did I ever do that? Well journaling my thoughts, feelings and actions really does help me keep track of my life's events. It also allows me, as an online journalist, to reach people as well.

To some I'm a freakshow – spilling my guts and airing her dirty laundry for the world to see. I don't see it in that way...anymore lol I see it as a device to bring light to issues that people suffer, to find friends and to get that healing purge out....and to bring a smile to the faces of others. It doesn't happen as often as I want it to – but the times that it does, it's amazing. I don't mind sharing these things – I don't mind that it might make some people laugh and I don't mind that it might make some think...that's all I ever want to do with these writings ...make people think. Even if it's something as silly as me arguing with my boobs. I challenge you, if you are a writer or want to be – to try journaling. It is rewarding, especially if you have read through them from years prior – you can see your own growth jumping off the page and staring you right in the face. And if you are a reader – the things that you'll learn about your fellow man is something awesome. We were all created the same way but in that we do have our differences. These differences are what makes the world great – no matter how different we are.

**note I will always try to break up the heavy pieces with funny stories, if it's funny to you - laugh but these are the things that I...as a schizophrenic, go through. ***Not everyone has these experiences, please be aware of that.****That being said, look on your fellow man/woman with understanding, please.