So I was talking with a friend the other day and they said, You haven't Blogged lately. I almost answered I didn't know anyone cared.
I'm not much, I have found, into narrating the events of my life. Not that I'm ashamed of what I do but that it never seems all that interesting to me...
I cleaned some more of the basement today and fished some mothballs out of the garden...
Rivetting...
And my views on society always seem to leave tigers hiding in the bushes...
Hey, you just pulled directly into the outside lane while turning. You hate that! You're blog says so...
Or even views on public events. Do we really need another person to say how upset they are that Ray Bradbury is gone or that school shootings are horrible?
I once did an opinion piece for a college writing class about how rabies is bad for pets. Filled with facts and footnotes. It was a thickly vieled opinion on how everyone else was choosing topics that no one would argue about.
And then I get sooo concerned about spelling mistakes and making it perfect cuz i don't want people to discount the opinions withing cuz I forgot to use spellcheck...
or capitalize my i's...
Sometimes, it seems to me that a blog is a one sided conversation and those who are the best at it might be the ones who like to hear themselves talk...
Thats not even an opinion. That's a thought.
About opinions, I sometimes think they are about to become illegal. Can't take the chance of hurting someones feelings. They might charge me with harrasment or hate speech.
It's like road rage. If you have ever read the road rage law? If you accelerate or decelerate in reaction to another driver? Does that mean that braking for the person who cuts you off so you don't hit them is road rage?
Well, this hole has gotten pretty deep. Maybe I should climbout of it before the neighbors come over bearing pitchforks and torches...
HAND!
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