Writing is Cathartic
I’ve given this entry an indescript title because I have basically nothing to write about right now. My life is currently experiencing one of it’s most tumultuous upheavals ever and in the process, I’m torn as to wether or not I care to divulge any information on said tumult.
On one hand, I absolutely do; want to share this crazy time in my life with anyone who’ll read it. On the other hand, it’s just over that line of privacy that people can misinterpret even if they get the straight truth directly from me.
I wrote the former two paragraphs five months ago. You’d think that after a small amount of time passes, things would improve. They haven’t. Not even slightly. I’m writing again simply because I noticed that I haven’t written anything for a long time (and I am rejoicing in that FCC indecency ruling–Here’s hoping it won’t be overturned). That bothers me; this outlet of creative freedom has been at times a deeply satisfying measure. The times where it’s not are when my parents point out that prospective employers are scanning Facebook and other social networks and weeding out those that they find objectionable. My only argument is that if someone reads this and becomes offended or put-off by my unrelenting [adjective] [adjective] [noun], it’s no [Megadeth reference]. I do, wait, I guess given the lack if recent entries would have to change this tense to past. I did this for my own sake. It’s probably the most selfish thing next to suicide, writing, as it’s only made public to elicit a reaction from someone else. Nobody cares about this shit, in that, it’s not life-or-world-changing. When I write something, it’s there for all to read, and to offer opinion, criticism, or disdain. Hell, something, even if it’s of the most negative type of backlash against my opinions, is always better than nothing. If people are reading it, fantastic. That’s the point. Though, it doesn’t always seem so because of the lack of comments…
Have you figured out what my point is? Writers, though it’s probably too early to classify myself as one, are attention whores. I am most certainly an attention whore, anyone who would say otherwise hasn’t met me. Is this a bad thing? Of course not. What is the one thing that people crave in life? Attention. That’s what capitalism is all about baby. “Hey look at me and all of my toys!” Got a counterpoint? Great, I love arguing. Don’t? Great, I love being right.
