Don't you DARE

You don't go online for privacy.

That said, I reckon a person's blog is, for the most part, for that person. If someone visits it, they can see what the blogger has to say, or move on to something else. Take it or leave it. Like going into a shop, you're not going to like everything that's on the racks or shelves.

Like a lot of other people who read some of the same blogs I frequent, I recently read some 'flaming comments' left on a very sweet woman's blog. We all love criticism, right? Right? Well, obviously, not all 'criticism' is alike. Taking someone to task for 'being the way they are' on their blog is a pretty crap thing to do.

I should know. There was a time when I thought it was my duty to rail against all opinions that I didn't agree with. I mean, you gotta set the world straight on things before your time is up, don't you? So I used to think. But look at me now. I'm as mellow as yellow. I finally growed up a little bit, and realised that 'Life,The Universe & Everything' doesn't revolve around me and isn't waiting for me to wield the Washrag of Righteousness to clean this place up.

So, lesson learned, don't be pickin' on some other body who is writing a personal blog. Pick on the people who are Bigger-Than-All-Of-Us put together, the ones who actually could make the world better for the billions of the 'great unwashed' on this planet, but don't. You Bigger-Than-All-Of-Us people know who you are. :: "Oh no we don't." :: Oh, yes you do! But you don't read my blog, so it's neither here nor there.

I almost didn't come back to this blog after my first post yesterday. I saw another blog and realised what utter tripe I would write here in comparison. I thought :: GOD :: didn't want me to be happy, to blather the silly nonsense that comes out of my brain. Because, honestly, I have always had a really hard time understanding how to be happy or joyful or to just enjoy being alive, when there is so much suffering in this world. We all suffer in ways untold. But I mean hard core suffering. You know what I mean. That is just one of my lifelong inner battles that has made me the bipolar, depressed me I have been. But, I keep trying to understand how the dichotomy of this world works.

This morning I clicked on a saved link to a fella's blog I hadn't visited in a while... quite a while, it seems, as I found out he died in early 2009. He blogged when he was in his 70s, and from a look at the condolence comments left after his last posting, he brought a lot of joy into quite a few lives. As I wrote to Son the Elder earlier today, with whom I shared one of his stories, "until the Blog Sweeper comes along to take it away, his blog lives on. Which is kinda nice, cuz why should only famous people live on in history books and libraries."

So, maybe this blogging lark isn't so bad after all. It wasn't :: GOD :: who wanted me to give up, it was just me still not knowing how to be after a lifetime of rotten inputs from so many people and places.

learning to be

ps :: "Thanks", to a basket of a friend who told me, "Don't you DARE."