Join the Conversation

If you wish to register, please email me
Log in

Archives

Expand All

Publish and Be Damned

Being Quiet

To a learning-to-speak two-year-old my father must have seemed like the Iron Duke. I chose to shut up. (Today’s dads, please note.) And I shut up for fifty years – all my choice. How could my father have foreseen that? He wasn’t used to being a parent.

Half a century of fearing a hostile hearing and so just listening to everyone else. And, boy, does everyone else go on? Mainly about themselves; complaining; being right; giving reasons; giving excuses; and fooling nobody. All that energy. It’s quite exhausting. Best to be diplomatic, though, and keep quiet.
Expressing

So, I stayed bored, frustrated, wasted, isolated, depressed, damned in any case. It must have looked like arrogance, being aloof, unfriendly, the perennial outsider. And nothing got done.

As I’ve said: this blog transforms all that. I will have my say; it should only take about six months. If I make enemies, at least I’ll also discover who are my true friends and be thankful for them. It’s time to be open, honest, outrageous even. It’s time to share.

Related posts:

  1. Bird-Friendly Wind Farm
  2. If Fish Could Scream
  3. Brown Pelicans, California

Leave a Reply

  

  

  

* Copy this password:

* Type or paste password here:

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>