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September 7th, 2008

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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