Blogging is not for sissies, here at this blog address at least, is that I have to be completely honest about what I feel and see. If I'm going to write about it, I need to write honestly and that means there will be people looking at me differently, judging me, worrying for me and themselves. I think that's what made writers so manic and drunk on their vices, like Sylvia Plath and Ernest Hemingway, or maybe...they were manics and drunks and that's what made them great writers. Perhaps, they need written language because all that they felt and saw needed some kind of concrete way of staying, or else every moment and inclination will pass, only leaving a thin and worn photograph in our minds eye. They had to give fully over to their emotions, passions, angst and pain, to lose themselves to their words and giving it all away for others to applaud over and often looked down upon.
This is why blogging is not for sissies...not to me at least...I give it all away in that one specific topic and fleeting thought. Emotions are fleeting, but they have a way of amounting in my heart, growing heavier and festering to stink. It overflows into blind anger and dizzying sadness, words from my mouth become bitter and acidic, but words from my fingers explain and process, plead and heal. So this is why I write, even if I'm a sissy in so many other ways, I have no choice to write because I'm bound to it and need it. No matter how long I brush it away, I come back here...to my blinking cursor.