For most of us our minds are like a prison of thoughts. Some of the inmates are in there for life. Some get day-passes, sometimes regrettably, and others will never see the outside world. I like to think of my mind as a minimum security prison where the thoughts can easily break out but they really aren’t all that dangerous. Often, when the prisoners break out they carry a bit of guilt with them.
If you get a following of more than 2 readers, you can be sure that you will be apprehensive with writing about certain topics. Even with no following you might be fearful of offending some passer-by of your blog. You may think that I write freely but I hold a lot back and when I don’t there’s guilt that comes along with it.
When ever I write anything to do with race, obesity, suicide and other taboo issues, I think about who might get offended and tame it down a bit. Sometimes people will find you offensive when you have a not so positive opinion or joke towards a certain group. To me, if the famous stand up comedians can say what they say through public media then there should be no shame to do the same on blogs. Still, I feel guilt because I may have lured a reader to my online dwelling through writings that are not always consistent with this blog. They may have came because they thought I was always going to be humorous most of the time but I end up throwing multiple posts of melancholy and vice versa.
There’s no real theme to this blog as per the title, Everything and Nothing. The personality of it is the same as your personality. Sometimes you’re happy, sad, depressed, confused or whatever. I’d be disgusted with myself if it just reflected one mood because then I would feel like a fraud. I’m terrified of being labeled as disingenuous. I would rather be rejected.
Although we don’t know each other in real life, your lovely gravatar pictures, comments and your blog posts are enough to make a connection. It sucks that at least one of you is fat, happy, married, divorced, poor, white, gay, old, religious, vegan, Muslim, hairy or something else. I can stick to writing only about myself but even then I feel guilt for provoking sympathetic comments. The only safe theme here seems to be of one of positivity and cheerfulness. Even in that situation you could be making depressed people feel bad.
One of the cliched statements I have learned since blogging is, write for yourself and write what you know. Okay then, I know how to be silly, disgusting, humorous and depressing. When you pay me I will write for you but until then I will just have to live with the guilt.