There is a certain element of this blog that reflects a darker side of my mind, psyche, soul, whatever you want to call it.
Think of it as a prolonged experiment in having an area of your life where there are no social/societal filters to what you say.
It can be as liberating as it can be vile.
And it has cost me, to a certain extent.
There is a polarizing quality to the blog that people either love it, or despise it, with few if any in the middle ground.
The despising part usually manifests itself in dislike and an almost childlike sullenness when confronted.
The usual method is to try and pretend to be on some sort of moral high ground, while non-specifically critiquing it.
The rare manifestation of disowning has happened several times.
Weird when you run into that in this day and age.
After researching the personalities involved in this angered disowning of me and the blog, I have come to see that there was damage, baggage of sorts that these fragile peeps had encountered that they have rarely been reminded of in their safe PC world, but that the lack of restriction of the blog grabbed their taboos and force fed it to them.
I certainly don’t mind hurting feelings, hell at times, that is my only goal, but intention is everything.
Like real estate is all about location, location, location, this type of emotional manipulation is all about intention, intention, intention.
Same reason you don’t box someone with a mental disability, might be entertaining until you realize that it is all one sided.
And there is no joy there.
But, to get someone who has coasted thru life with a mediocre intellect, convinced of their superiority only because no one ever called them on it, and so twist them up with the words that they are run thru a gamut of emotions whether they are ready for it or not, I am running a biker train literary style on this eager initiate.
And that line alone is the entire reason I write this.
I seriously considered ending this experiment recently, just felt like I was done with it.
Hell, this post was due 4.5 hours ago.
But as I sit here, putting this down, looking at the people in this Starbucks that I use in the blog like a pimp, I am refreshed, reborn, and back on the job.
So, if any of this offended you because of some dark baggage in your past, my bad, not my intention.
But, if this made you laugh, cry, anger or confused you for the simple reason that you never had it thrown at you like shit off the ground?
Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch.
Its good to be back.