Sometimes I sit down to write here and very often I delete what I have written and post pictures of my knitting or something instead. That’s no hardship. I quite like having a journal of crafting endeavours to look back on. But when did I lose my voice in this online world? In fact, in the world in general?
It’s true I shy away from expressing opinions anymore, because, well that’s just what a lot of what it is – opinion, and why rattle peoples’ cages unnecessarily with thoughts they don’t have when you can opt for a quiet life instead?
I have had my fair-share of ding-dongs with people who disagree with me over the years; and my rather quick temper and caustic way with words have only ever exacerbated that. Combine that with a rather pathological personally trait of never backing down and, well, it can put a strain on things can’t it? I don’t suffer fools gladly but over the years I have at least learned to keep my ranting inside my head and gloss over the rest with a ‘oh well, we’re all different’. There are only a handful of people who will ever hear me rant in real life now.
But that makes me come across as rather docile here – someone so utterly defunct of a brain that she has to resort to writing about sewing and knitting to give her some kind of meaning to her miserable life (which may be true), when actually, I purposely do not share my thoughts simply to avoid getting walloped over the head by irate shallow thinkers… there I’ve done it again. I’ve labeled someone as a shallow thinker instead of pretending that I think they are dead, dead deep and clever… this having an opinion lark can be treacherous. I’ve made a statement that is open to counter-attack. Wouldn’t it be easier to post a scone recipe…?
I don’t know where this post is leading, but perhaps I should stop deleting posts just for a quiet life? It’s an intersting proposition… whether I’m up for it is another matter.
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