[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]"I will not be held
responsible for the following. . .
umm, drivel."
In a particularly imprudent move the other day, I was browsing through my archives here on DearDiary. And after some time, decided that my writing skills have deteriorated to an alarming degree.
My apologies.
My sense of humor has been dulled by the constant bombardment of distressing world and local events. I have very good friends who do their best to avoid most of the news for just this reason. I admire their fortitude.
Me, I tend to keep looking at the train wreck, even though I realize that 99.9% of it, I can do nothing about... Except fret.
I have come to the conclusion that this state of affairs makes for very poor blogging in my corner of the cyberworld. I don't dive into the whole mess enough to make very many really intelligent comments, but I don't stay far enough away not to care.
Mediocre.
That's where I live these days.
In the really real world I keep several different journals. They all have different emphasis and focus. Add this one to all those and you might come closer to getting a better picture of ME. But each one taken separately just doesn't cut it.
So as I am sure is true for all of you, we pick and choose what to share. How much to reveal. How political or religious or goofy or serious we will allow ourselves to get in this public square. . . Well, it's more like a spider web isn't it? A square would only have four sides. Easier to define and understand.
Therefore, alas, all you get today is me rambling about how I'm not being totally honest and open here and that I'm falling WAY short of greatness in all areas.
Mediocre?
"Here."
What a pity.
responsible for the following. . .
umm, drivel."
In a particularly imprudent move the other day, I was browsing through my archives here on DearDiary. And after some time, decided that my writing skills have deteriorated to an alarming degree.
My apologies.
My sense of humor has been dulled by the constant bombardment of distressing world and local events. I have very good friends who do their best to avoid most of the news for just this reason. I admire their fortitude.
Me, I tend to keep looking at the train wreck, even though I realize that 99.9% of it, I can do nothing about... Except fret.
I have come to the conclusion that this state of affairs makes for very poor blogging in my corner of the cyberworld. I don't dive into the whole mess enough to make very many really intelligent comments, but I don't stay far enough away not to care.
Mediocre.
That's where I live these days.
In the really real world I keep several different journals. They all have different emphasis and focus. Add this one to all those and you might come closer to getting a better picture of ME. But each one taken separately just doesn't cut it.
So as I am sure is true for all of you, we pick and choose what to share. How much to reveal. How political or religious or goofy or serious we will allow ourselves to get in this public square. . . Well, it's more like a spider web isn't it? A square would only have four sides. Easier to define and understand.
Therefore, alas, all you get today is me rambling about how I'm not being totally honest and open here and that I'm falling WAY short of greatness in all areas.
Mediocre?
"Here."
What a pity.