I have friends, relatives and acquaintances that have blogs. I read them from time to time and it floors me that some people write posts that are incriminating, inflammatory and contain way more information than the general public needs to know. Before I post, I try to think about the people that will read my blog and what effect it will have on them. It’s not just blogs either. Have you READ some of the Facebook posts that people make? I really don’t want people to know what my financial condition is, how my personal relationship with my spouse or children is, what my address and home phone number are and tons of other personal information that really has no business on the internet.
I don’t post that often to my blog and I was thinking that I needed to update it. As I went through the myriad of things that run through my head, I decided that it was better to leave my blog blank than to post some of the things that I allow to run through my brain. If I were to post some of them, there would be a line at my front door.
First in line would most likely be the men in white coats to subdue me and put me in restraints to transport me to the booby hatch. Directly behind them would be a police officer waiting to cart me off to jail for the illegal thoughts I have. On the officer’s coat tails would be a lawyer with his hand out, waiting for a retainer to secure his services and try to get me out of the mess with as little jail time as possible. Behind the lawyer would be a bodyguard offering his services to protect me from all the people that I antagonized with my posts. Hopefully behind and not in front of the bodyguard would be a hit-man, hired by the people I pissed off in the post. Trying to push his way to the front would also be a bill collector trying to collect some of the money that I bragged about in my post. In the middle of that shoving match would be the con man trying to get his slice of the pie. Lurking in the background would be the pedophile waiting for a chance to get a hold of the small child that I have given him the name of and what school he goes to. And since it is me, there would be MANY posts about food, so there would also be a chef standing in this line, waiting for me to hire them to fix the food I dream of in my posts.
I have a very small front porch and there would not be nearly enough room for all those people. So, I think I will continue to limit my posts to the funny things that happen in my life and light anecdotes thank you.
