I’m starting to wish I hadn’t told everyone about my blog.
I’ve spent the past few days in a hazy daze, and every time I’ve sat down to blog, I’ve found myself censoring my thoughts until there’s actually nothing left worth blogging about. I write best when I’m ranting, and yet how can I rant about anyone when the likelihood is that they’ll be reading it in a few hours from now? And, to put it another way, if there’s something on my mind that I need to rant about, how can I possibly concentrate on writing about anything else? Possible rant subject matter:
– friends (friends read blog)
– work (work colleagues read blog)
– church (church people read blog)
– inconsiderate drivers (cannot do this any more as am starting to be portrayed as psychopath with out-of-control road rage issues)
So what do I normally do in this situation? I go to my Inspire Me post, where I’ve been working my way down the list of readers’ suggested topics. The problem is that, as Dirk helpfully and gleefully reminded me this morning, the next suggestion requires me to reveal my true feelings for him. I am not ready for the world to know, and yet if I skip it and go to the next one, people will jump to the conclusion that I’m having a secret affair with the boy next door.
Never mind the fact that everyone I know is now sitting reading this and wondering if I’d be moaning about them, if only I had the freedom to do so. And if you have to wonder about it…