25 10 2010

Sometimes I wish I had kept my blog anonymous.

A lot of my readers (most of them, I’m sure, since but few of the people I know actually put in the effort to read my blog) don’t know me personally, which means that it would be all right for me to have rant every now and then or voice my opinion about a certain fact without it having a back-lashing effect on me… Because, if the possibility arises that possibly, maybe, perhaps, not-too-sure-but-it-could-happen-that, probably someone I refer to in a blog post, or someone who could relate to a certain topic where I don’t necessarily refer to anyone (yet the inference is there), that person will obviously take offense.

Keep your friends close, and your ‘enemies’ closer, right?

I don’t want to be the enemy.

So yes, there are many days where I wish I could just speak my mind. I’d like to be able to say why that person whose mouth I was afraid I would have to duct-tape at my wedding is no longer in the picture (glad this person is no longer a factor, though, ‘good riddance’), what I think about getting engaged at a very young age (here some people might be ready to bite my head off), how I don’t understand how people can treat a member of their own family like an aside when someone else is in the picture – the list goes on and on.

It would be so much easier to say what’s on my mind and to blog about things that I know other people can relate to and appreciate without stepping on any toes. Having to ‘censor’ and edit your own notions so that it is deemed fitting ‘just in case’ is utterly sucky.

What’s the title of that one Fall Out Boy song? “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.”

Yip, I could definitely do with some of that…

…but I guess I’ll just have to sit brooding in my own little corner until the feeling passes (and believe me, I think that’s going to take a lot of stamina). Chances are all the thoughts will just be logged into a memory file and put away until something occurs to extract it from my memory banks.

Keeping quiet isn’t always all bad, though. Because, in the immortal words of a different Fall Out Boy song (my favourite on their third album): “the truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you”…

I should have my mouth removed, so I don't say anything... though that won't stop my fingers from typing