I must admit, I am not real sure what to do with a blog. I don’t see my writing insightful comments that the world can hardly contain its excitement until the next witty installment. Frankly, I prefer the interaction within forums. The debate, the exchange, the ability to interact with people from anywhere in the world, with about any belief in the world.
Or the intimate e-mails and private messages in which we can share quiet moments, laughs, and “let down our hair” so to speak. I feel as if, in writing a blog, it must be clever, or cute, or compelling. That seems like too much pressure.
However, I was raised in a home that instilled proper decorum. We were quiet in Church, sorrowful at funerals, laughed at parties, and at weddings told the bride she is pretty. Regardless. So, if in a blog, one is inclined to vent, I will vent.
Bam. Problems already. I really don’t have much to vent about. My life is quiet good. I have health enough, wealth enough, and am glad for each day that comes my way, as well as the people within it.
Sometimes people think I am venting, because I am impassioned about debating (both on-line and in life) throwing my entire effort into the endeavor, but that is simply intensity. I have a bad tendency to throw out every feasible argument and beat it into the ground. Still and all, I find myself chuckling at either myself or my opponent for how ludicrous the arguing can become.
To the poor sod that ever wanders into this sap, I will strive to increase my angst and write vicious blogs of miserableness, or deep perceptions of human nature or whatever it is that draws people into reading.
Thanks for your patience.