Dropping Out & Dropping In @ 11:11 am
Current Location: Home
Current Mood:
uncomfortable
Current Music: Once in a LIfetime - Talking Heads
I did a Timothy Leary. Well, okay, to be truthful, I didn't turn on. I didn't tune in. Okay, okay. I did 33.33333% Timothy Leary. I dropped out. Why?
Initially, I enjoyed blogging. I anticipated flying under the radar, typing fearlessly & anticipated only being read by the occasional stranger or, as I like to think of myself, Internet Transient. It's a rather modern phenomenon, isn't it? I also anticipated the freedom of writing without fear of offending anyone I knew or having those I care for notice the occasional discrepancy in how I saw an event as opposed to their take on the same.
To be sure, I connect in real life. Eventually, a FEW of the people I knew gained the information about the blog. As a result, I no longer felt the freedom that I once felt. That's not anyone's fault. It just IS.
In my opinion, life is messy & ironical. To me, the written word is sacred. Not all right wing conservatives believe in book burning. I'm living proof. I feel an obligation whether committing thoughts to paper or screen, to be brutally honest. And I struggle with that. I suppose in real life we get used to tactical (emphasis on TACT) avoidance of subjects or truths that we feel might hurt, offened or anger those that we know and/or care about. But in print - if you are anonymous, you have the freedom to be yourself. NOT being anonymous, means it's business as usual.
I question the use of blogging about my life when great chunks of this year & the things I know cannot be expressed here. I keep a good secret.
And so, I dropped out.
It recently dawned on me that there a good many OTHER things to write about that I care for; politics, art, music, photography, books, movies. And so I shall. The rest - well, I suppose I'll wait and watch. Secrets have their own way of unfolding. Or maybe, they just go away.
And so, I'm dropping back in.
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