...quiet, about a lot of things...
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I used to think of this blogspere as sort of heroic. So many people honestly sharing just moments, snippets of their lives. But then I read Neil's post yesterday..( I haven't been reading anything much...) and he talked about this site Trainwrecks..where they pick apart blogs as being too....They pick the "too"....too.....needy..self involved....stupid.....inane,...see what I mean "too anything".
(Just an aside here, I know Neil isn't a boy scout...he lets his penis talk for him, is very interested in getting laid, and seeing lots of girls boobs (I assume girls??).. and is a very human, needy guy(person)..just like the rest of us. I really like him for being boring some times and trying to figure out his marriage. He makes me laugh often...for he is very normal..thus capable of heroics I suppose..certainly open to the possibility..)
Neil took it like a man, when someone included a reference to his blog. I'm not so sure I could be so cavalier. I immediately took down my pic, and thought how lame I have been for posting my little thoughts of my little life. For the people that have visited here, surely, meant well, right??...They are just curious. People curious about people in general..seekers, right??...but I was wrong. As far as I know.. my little site hasn't been featured. But that's not the point at all. The point is that there are mean people amongst us. I am not a mean person...really not a mean bone in my body. I can be a bitch..and catty too...but I would not, or could not get off on ripping people apart..or making fun of others. I am not always kind. Sometimes I am not interested in what I read on blogs. But I consider that my bias..my preference. Not the particular bloggers problem.
This concept really rocked my little brain... and made me realize that while I don't believe in HEROES per Se, I do believe in villains. Where as heroics are fleeting moments of greatness..a state incapable of permanence..brief flirtations with the optimum, I do believe that evil impulses can consume you..really possess you.
Evil sucks you dry...kills the possibility. Evil is dead. By this I mean that evil does not breed life. It is not useful or fertile. It is stagnant and beyond stagnant, it is a parasite. I have always known that dark, is the absence of light. If you court the dark too long, can you even see the light?
So I suppose you must follow this logic... If villains do exist...than the opposite must also exist..the yin to their yang. What goes up must come down... There are an awful lot of villains living on this space we call blog. So I suppose there must be an equal quantity of heroes..but that seems far harder to believe. Does good always triumph over evil?..tip the scales? I fear not. Its always an equal battle.. a cats game...a draw.
I always assumed every ones intentions here in this "blogshere" to be.. no,not pure..but not evil either. I was wrong again. Boy, am I naive! I'm not sure I want to play this anymore.... but I'm sure I'll get over it. For now I'll be in the corner....licking the wound to my psyche.
I blame this all on Sunday Scribblings They started it!!