A couple friends in the writing business expressed concern over my blog.
“It’ll be with you forever!”
“Any prospective employer will find it!”
“If you think it is a ‘safe place,’ you’re wrong!”
I’m confused. I don’t write about scandalous behavior. Friends and family who make appearances are typically on the periphery, and aware of their portrayals. So far no objections or concerns.
Yes, my words will be with me forever. Am I wrong not to care? Am I pathetically naive? Or am I masquerading as a millennial with little concern over last eon’s perception of “privacy”?
As far as prospective employers go, you, my readers are the only employers I aim to please. In my post, The Possible Dream, I declared my singular focus on writing, and marketing my writing. That hasn’t changed.
I don’t want to be a director of marketing for some company I could care less about. I want to write. Five hours a day. Five days a week. You are my employer. I’ll determine my direction based on your reactions, your likes, dislikes, not an HR manager at Spacely Sprockets.
I don’t know what to make of the ‘safe place’ conment. I don’t think I’ve written a word inappropriate to discuss with my closest friends or the most distant stranger. If someone wants to blackmail or kidnap me for displaying slightly neurotic, overly-empathetic behavior, so be it! Knock yourself out. Though, I would urge you to take a gander at The Ransom of Red Chief by O Henry.
Even if you’re not planning on kidnapping, me, read O Henry.
Do I sound defensive?
You betcha. I acknowledge the tone, and not as an undercurrent. It is a breaking wave even I could ride. (Not really, but a guy can dream.)
Discussing the tone of my blog, however, brings up a point I’ve been contemplating. Close friends have chosen not to read the blog because it upsets them to hear me in so much pain.
I’ve heard this sentiment expressed more than twice. And more than twice, I’ve been surprised. I see this blog reflecting my journey, progress, setbacks, but ultimately, progress. There are moments of raw pain. And joy. Ultimately though, my story is one of hopefulness as I seek the meaning of my existence.
If the end of my marriage was the catalyst, beginning my journey, as much as I mourn many of the changes that have taken place, I honestly couldn’t be happier.
Stay in touch. Connect.
P.S. The path to this clip began with a search for the perfect scene. It ended with this clip so offensive and inappropriate I love it.
I hope no one is too offended by its offensiveness.