Takeoff
It takes me a while to catch up. Blogging has become a big part of my world, but I have avoided having one of my own like I avoided getting a palm pilot for years. It just seemed it was going to add complication to my life. I have been an avid commenter elsewhere. There are a few blogs that I drop in on daily. Something different and profound has been taking place through these connections. So, here I go. The blogosphere will not be denied. It took me about a week to become fully dependent on the palm when I finally got one. I am an excessive-compulsive personality type. This blog will probably become another addiction. A good one, I hope.
The thing that finally pulled me over the edge is a wrestling with the concept of anonymity. In all other dealing on the internet, I have never wanted to hide behind it. My identity is out there and you can look me up and find me if you want. I stand for what I stand for and what I say I will stand behind. Unfortunately, in the subcultures in which I find I must live, I would get into trouble in one way or another if I expressed some of what I want to say sometimes. For example: I don't cuss. Cussing is completely innappropriate in my world and I never verbalized a four-letter word in my life until well into adulthood, and then only in the deepest depths of despair with a precious few in my innermost world. But they are in my head on occassion, as much as I'm embarrassed to admit. I've always believed that a man's control of his tongue speaks volumes about the control he has over all other areas of his life. But a swear word may slip out through my fingers, onto this keyboard, and into the open on occasion. That's the kind of thing I don't want to have to worry about. I've decided to make my peace with anonymity. I wish it didn't have to be. But I am looking forward to getting out what is deep inside without fear. If somehow you figure out my true identity, I guess that's all right. I am doing this in pursuit of truth. But I reserve the right to hedge on truth in this one instance: if you ask me in my real life if this is my blog, I will probably deny it.
I enjoy flying alone. What is here is for me. You don't have to read any of it. But if you'd like to come along for the ride, welcome aboard.
The thing that finally pulled me over the edge is a wrestling with the concept of anonymity. In all other dealing on the internet, I have never wanted to hide behind it. My identity is out there and you can look me up and find me if you want. I stand for what I stand for and what I say I will stand behind. Unfortunately, in the subcultures in which I find I must live, I would get into trouble in one way or another if I expressed some of what I want to say sometimes. For example: I don't cuss. Cussing is completely innappropriate in my world and I never verbalized a four-letter word in my life until well into adulthood, and then only in the deepest depths of despair with a precious few in my innermost world. But they are in my head on occassion, as much as I'm embarrassed to admit. I've always believed that a man's control of his tongue speaks volumes about the control he has over all other areas of his life. But a swear word may slip out through my fingers, onto this keyboard, and into the open on occasion. That's the kind of thing I don't want to have to worry about. I've decided to make my peace with anonymity. I wish it didn't have to be. But I am looking forward to getting out what is deep inside without fear. If somehow you figure out my true identity, I guess that's all right. I am doing this in pursuit of truth. But I reserve the right to hedge on truth in this one instance: if you ask me in my real life if this is my blog, I will probably deny it.
I enjoy flying alone. What is here is for me. You don't have to read any of it. But if you'd like to come along for the ride, welcome aboard.
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