Wednesday, June 4, 2014

That's the risk I take.

Writing a blog is risky business. But I knew that going in.

Overthinking Underscored is just over a year old. For the most part, it’s been exactly what I hoped it would be — a way to get rid of some of the noise banging around upstairs.

But along the way, it’s been interesting to see how a little bity blog written by little ole me can affect people, including myself, in so many different ways.

I’ve offended a few here and there. I didn’t really mean to. But some people are really easy to offend.

I’ve helped those who don’t know me that well figure out who they think I am. You’ll have that when you let people see certain parts of you.

I’ve been told I’m opinionated — which is funny to me because telling somebody that they’re opinionated is kind of opinionated. But I don’t necessarily disagree with their opinion.

I’ve been called a hypocrite on occasion. I guess I can see that. There’s a touch of hypocritical self-righteousness involved in sharing my personal perspectives on the personal perspectives of others. I get it.

I’ve been asked why I’m so angry. I don’t have a short answer for that one.

I’ve even had a regular reader tell me they really enjoy my blog but were starting to feel concerned for my wellbeing. It’s nice to know people care. Nothing to worry about though, I’m ok. Actually, no I’m not. But who is? Besides, being ok is not very interesting and doesn’t make for a very good writer. 

I don’t write this blog to hurt feelings. I don’t write this blog to make friends or enemies. I don’t write this blog to get sympathy. I don’t write this blog to piss people off. Ok, maybe that last part isn’t 100% true.

The real reason I write this blog is to help me sort through the buzz and the bullshit. And if I do it right, maybe it helps a few other buzzy brains find some peace. Or at least it lets them know they’re not the only ones out there who can’t find the shutoff switch for their brain.

The words I write are simply my words — my thoughts, my perspectives, my struggles. It’s ok if you don’t agree with me. I’m not even sure I always agree with me. 

If you’re offended, I’m sorry. Kind of.

I guess the best way to never be offended and to always be comfortable with what somebody else says is to only listen to people who think exactly the same way you do.

I’d rather be an overthinker than somebody who doesn’t think for himself.


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