A couple days ago I mentioned to a friend that I was growing tired of blogging. Honestly, several times during the week I have considered “pausing” my blog until I get out of grad school. (I have to get in first, but that’s another story entirely.)
It’s not that I don’t enjoy blogging, but that I simply don’t enjoy what I blog about.
I have done everything I can to try to hide the real me on this blog, because the real me
is a rabid socio-politico with strong opinions about anything falling under the categories of politics, economics or society. (I won’t even get into religion- my grudges run too deep.)
Frankly, I struggle with this because like most people, I want people to like me. (Fine, I want you to adore me.)
I’m neither left nor right on issues, I’m either all the way left, or all the way right depending on what
I’m talking about.
You could say I have no friends from either side,
or you could say that I have friends on both sides, so long as either side doesn’t
find out that I’m pals with the other.
So I don’t write.
I like to debate issues, but most people feel like they are being attacked, so I leave off debating for those few friends who love debating as well. Ya know, because sometimes it is an attack. Sometimes the person I’m debating with is so stupid that common sense is an attack on their logic, but not their character.
And sometimes I’m so stupid that people have to attack mine too.
I love people who can digest the opposing view while they debate, and who will admit defeat when their logic doesn’t pass muster. I’ve learned to admit defeat as well. I’ve been like this since I was a kid, so I’ve said a lot of embarrassing and immature things while debating, but often you learn how to debate first by learning how not to debate.
(My husband would say that I never admit defeat to anything, which is wrong. =) I only refuse to admit defeat when debating on how to remove sod, build a wooden box or anything else that men generally do. You know, things I know everything about. The stakes are higher, so I prove my knowledge of construction by never backing down. Ahem. I’m learning.)
All this being said, I never talk to most people about politics because I get too irritated at adults who can’t debate without getting emotionally involved. Or who can’t see logic.
Maybe I should be a lawyer instead of a pharmacist. I like elaborate word wars way too much.
Anyway, this is why posting recipes, fuzzy photographs, or even travel content gets so boring to me.
None of it matters to me. Maybe the recipes. I do like food.
So what should I do?
Do you want to read the occasionally charged blog post?
Will you hate me for my views?
Do you even care whether I care about whether you care or not?
(let me know when you figure that one out.)
Before I end, let me say one thing:
These ignorant things that we call “debates” in presidential primaries are about the most ridiculous thing ever. Stating and restating scripted ideas does not qualify as debating.
p1: “I believe marriage is between one man and one woman.”
p2: “I believe that marriage should be defined by the individual states.”
I say: “Good for both of you, now why not try actually using your noodle and discussing the issue like intelligent human beings.”
p1 & p2: “Why the crap would we do that?”
I say: “IDK, since apparently IQ has no weight in US presidential races.”
I mean really? Did Herman Cain really think that no-one would dig through his past?