Packer kids, when your "parents" ridicule the Vikings for collapsing in NFC Championship games, you now know the hurt that they are ridiculing. Does that seem fair?
Monday, January 19, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
I often wonder why I have a blog.
Does any of what I write here matter?
Does anyone read it?
Does anyone like it?
Will anything that I write here be held against me?
Will anything that I write here change someone?
Will anything that I write here change the world?
By asking these questions, am I being avoidant?
By asking these questions, am I feeding my fear?
By asking these questions, am I tearing down my confidence?
Am I crippling myself because I am afraid?
Am I spinning my wheels because I want guaranteed acceptance of what I write?
Am I stuck in neutral because I want guaranteed praise of what I writes?
Am I afraid of criticism?
Am I afraid of being seen?
Am I afraid of being heard?
Am I afraid of being acknowledged?
Am I afraid of being recognized?
Am I afraid of being wanted, desired?
Am I afraid that people will want to be around me?
Am I afraid that I will be smothered by people being around me?
Am I afraid that I will lose myself because people want to be around me?
So all these questions make me think that my logic is that if I write in my blog then I will lose myself because I want to please other people. That my blogging means that I will be some trained monkey who is dancing for the reward of acceptance from other people. How fucked up is that?