I'm completely frustrated at my inability to write anything "deep" or serious on this blog lately.
There was a time when the thoughts flowed straight from my heart, mind and soul onto the keyboard. No filters. No censorship.
Pure honestly.
Raw emotions.
Lately, I find myself worried that my words might offend someone. That I might piss someone off. That what I write will be taken out of context or blown out of proportion.
I never used to even think about those things when I would write in the past.
I suppose the "hate mail" and trollish comments have finally "gotten to me". For the most part, I let hate mail roll off my back.
I mean, I know there are people who don't like me and who won't be happy unless they let me know how much they hate me or how stupid they think I am. That's life. I can deal with that.
But, when I write about my issues with my body, and people write to me saying things like "You call yourself a hippo and I'm bigger than you, so what do you think about me? ARE YOU CALLING ME A HIPPO?" THAT gets to me. That gets in my head and makes me think twice before writing about something because I HATE HATE HATE to hurt people's feelings. I hate to think that something I write will hurt someone.
Even though IT'S NOT ABOUT ANYONE ELSE. Even though THIS IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT ME, NOT ABOUT YOU. OR YOU. OR YOU.
Still.
I hate making people feel bad. Example. The other morning, I went for a walk at the park. At the end of the walking trail, there is a very large hill and it's hard as hell to get to the top. I was pushing Gabby in the stroller and was proud that it finally wasn't a "struggle" for me to make it to the top. Halfway up, I noticed a very overweight woman struggling to make it to the top of the hill. She would take a few steps, stop, and hold onto the fence. Then, she'd take a few more steps and have to stop again. The closer I got, I realized how hard she was breathing and how much she was sweating. I immediately felt guilty for being able to walk with ease up the hill, hardly breaking a sweat. So, I slowed down and started to walk very slowly. As I approached her, I said "This hill is a killer, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes." she said, barely able to talk.
I stopped and said "Yeah, it's really hard to finish, I know, but once you get to the top, it feels great!"
"Yes, it does."
"Man, I just hope I can finish!"
And we both laughed.
I continued to walk slow and once I passed her up and got to the van, I started to cry.
I remember the first time I tried to walk that hill after having Gabby. I thought I was going to die. I was out of breath and embarassed at how out of shape I was. And so, when I saw that woman, I KNEW how she felt. Or maybe I didn't, maybe she didn't feel embarassed, but seeing her just reminded me of how horrible I felt that day and I did NOT want to make her feel any worse by breezing past her.
Maybe I was a jerk for doing that, for pretending to be struggling so as not to make her feel bad because who the HELL AM I to think I knew how she was feeling? But, it just felt like the right thing to do. To let her know that we ALL struggle, that she's not alone, that she should be so damn proud of herself for getting out there and trying, even though it's hard as hell.
Overly sensitive to others? Perhaps. But I'd rather be that way than be a giant asshole like most people are these days.
At the same time, I don't LIKE that I now censor myself. I liked it so much better when I just wrote, regardless of how people were going to take it. Regardless of the hate mail and trollish comments I'd get.
Do you know that people get pissed off if I close comments on an entry? Did you know that? Because, I'm "just being a drama queen." Or "I don't want to hear what people think because I only want people to kiss my ass."
There are times where I just don't want feedback. Or maybe I don't want people to feel like they have to try to make me feel better.
When I "blogged" through my depression, I was so naive. I didn't think that people would use it against me, that people would hate me and say mean things to me. I didn't think about any of that and so, I just wrote. Purely and honestly. From my heart, from my soul.
In a way, I miss that "innocence" in my writing. I want to be able to write like that again. To not care how people are going to take it, to not worry about what people will say. To not worry if someone who knows me will see it and get pissed off about it.
If I want to close comments, I am going to close comments.
If I want to call myself a big fat pig, I'm going to call myself a big fat pig.
If I want to complain about my ugly house, I'm going to complain about my ugly house.
If I want to write about my vagina. I'm going to write about my vagina.
If I want to post pictures of my weight loss and say that I'm proud of myself, I'm going to post pictures of my weight loss and say that I'm proud of myself.
If I want to brag about my little brother opening for KRS-ONE, then I'm going to brag about my little brother opening for KRS-ONE.
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(The group circled in yellow would be my brother's group.)
And if I want to brag about how I'm going to be there watching him open for KRS-ONE, along with Jay Mohr,(Ha! Ha!) well, then I'm going to brag about being there watching my little brother open for KRS-ONE.
I realize this sounds very much like an "I'm taking back the blog" post. Maybe that's what it is. That's not what I wanted it to be, because "taking back the blog" is, well, Corny. And, while I'm very fond of The Cheese, I'm not so down with The Corn.
Speaking of corn.
Nevermind, I won't "go there."
But I what I will do is try end this post. Even though I'm not sure exactly how to do that because... um... what was my point again?
Damn.







My God, am I first? I feel all shaky with the pressure.
Anyway...I haven't been writing a blog nearly as long as you have, and already I can feel the censoring coming on. You know, you kinda put yourself out there, or a version of yourself you feel comfortable putting out there, and people begin to form opinions.
We have to struggle to just write what we want, and always remember why we started writing in the first place. When I started my blog, I didn't expect ANYONE to ever come read it, but a few have. So who'd I start it for? The people I never expected to show up, or myself?
You are an awesomely honest, funny lady who deserves her chance to say what she wants. Those who disagree are entitled to their opinions. Those who feel they must make their opinions known to you in a trollish manner are stupid fucks.
Keep writing.