I started this blog at the urging of my doctor. Not specifically a blog… an outlet for my thoughts. You see, I was being treated for clinical depression. The doctor thought it would help to have a way to express myself.
This quickly morphed into a place where I could entertain both myself and others by ranting about things like:
…there’s a reason women don’t hold many executive business positions
…abortion is murder
…the justice system would work much better if we made punishments fit the crime better like if you stab someone 54 times, we do the same to you
…we shouldn’t kill people just because they’re disabled
…athletes tend to lack higher cognitive functions
…tight pants are better left to anorexic girls
…incidentally, eating is what makes you fat, not eating is what makes you skinny
…the economy is better off if businesses are allowed to screw their employees and the government
These viewpoints generate a lot of hatred. Most of it is from strangers, which is a-ok with me. So long as you sign the stupid comment.
The most surprising thing about this experience has been how it has affected my “real” friendships. Some people began opting to read here instead of actually talking to me. People that actually know me started believing what I write here over what they knew to be true about me. (i.e. that I am caring and generous… not to mention sexy and desirable.) And yes, very often, they’re two different things. If I believed half of what I write here, my family would pull out my feeding tube.
In one sense, it was a high price to pay for a hobby like blogging. Whenever your personal information is available to anyone that wants it, you’re going to get your fair share of people that go “oh, THAT’S what you think? I’m glad I know that so I don’t have to be your friend anymore, you jerk.” But from the beginning, the point was to entertain, to incite vigorous discussion, and to evoke an emotional response from those that read. And boy has it worked.
I guess I was just very surprised that my writings here have eclipsed the actual “me” that people know. It’s like for some people the site has become me.
I knew that I was taking that risk by letting my friends and coworkers in on my little blog. So I accept the results of letting them in on it. In fact, I actually thank god that I have learned about people through something as non-critical as this, rather than finding out when there was a real life crisis.
The funniest phenomenon of all, though, has to be the fact that on several occasions, people that know me have gotten FURIOUS because I talked about a topic, and they were CERTAIN that I was talking about them. Now, I’m not going to sit here and lie to you. I’ve written the occasional entry with a specific person in mind. But the funny-ness comes in here: The person I was writing about has NEVER been the person that thought I was talking about them. It’s like I said so wisely in my disclaimer… if you think I’m talking about you, it means one of two things: 1) You’re reading too much into it, or 2) The shoe fits.
All-in-all, it’s been a positive experience. I’ve met some great people, some smart people, some not-so-smart people, some feygs (hi Andy), some liberal fascists, and some conservative compadres. This much fun should be illegal.
Oh yeah… it is.
So to those of you that think I believe everything I say on here, shame on you for being so silly and dense. To those that get completely infuriated by what I say, thanks for all the laughs and for sending me hilarous hateful emails. Finally, to those that read and laughed so hard you snorted and made diet coke and/or pasta come out your nose, you are the reason I keep on writing.
Peace out, honkies.