"I mean, you know that no blogger with half a brain in his or her head is telling you the whole story, right? They can’t. And I don’t blame them. It would be the equivalent to an outburst about your impending divorce while standing in line at the company picnic. It’s unprofessional, painfully public, irresponsible, and a little embarrassing for everybody."
She goes on to say, "I guess all of this is just my typically very long-winded way of saying that if you want to be a polite and socially considerate person online, you really just can’t say much of anything anymore. For some, this realization would be freeing. They’d recognize the futility of the situation and shrug it off, then say whatever they felt like saying, knowing that they can’t please everyone all of the time, and good for them. "
And I know a local Blogger who feels constricted about what she can and can't say on her blog. (Yes, you. I am talking about you. Often I read your blog and I wonder if you are talking about me. But no, you aren't. Ha! I turn the tables on you. )
So, given that I'm just as ACA as anyone, I wondered why those thoughts haven't occurred to me. I like to please. Right now I now that I have a blog award at Chez Bonbon that I have not accepted yet, not because I'm rejecting it but because mockworthy things have happened in life, and I would like to apologize for that, because I don't want to hurt feelings. I don't want to hurt Gary, certainly, that's why I run topics past him. (Don't worry, he's only rejected one recently, and I'm pretty sure he'll lift the gag order on that one pretty soon.)
But other than that, I think my blog is "a little embarrassing for everybody." And is that a bad thing? When Hester Prynne wore the scarlet A, did she secretly feel she was giving silent comfort to other young women who may feel shame for their adulteries? (I'm asking, did she? Because I'm not reading that book again. Pretend she did.) I loved reading this on Suburban Bliss more than I can tell you, because she went past the embarrassment to help a hundred fellow survivors.
I think my inhibitions have been lowered by the brain damage from the MS. And of course, the age. I am that old woman who, at ten a.m. when the Jehovah's Witnesses coo, "And how arrrreeee you," snarls, "I'm tired and I want to go back to bed." And because the in-laws have taught me that communication is not so that there can be a give-and-take of ideas, but so that each individual can be heard, preferably loudly and simultaneously and with mouths full of food.
So. I belch my blog at you. Excuse me. Don't be too embarrassed.