Point of View ... Mine

Much has been going on and yet there really isn’t much new to read in my blog. I suppose I’ve gone off the idea of writing down my thoughts, even though some people read them. I even have an attacker of sorts (see the “Down … Really Down” comment from the spineless Anonymous commenter.) The strange thing is, there are so many issues I’m dealing with that are difficult and positive, I simply refute any attack made at me or my occasional whining.

As I’ve said, the purpose of this blog is merely to have a public place to express my thoughts … MY thoughts, not a doctrine or political autocratic preaching. I’m not convincing you of anything. This is merely my thought repository on numerous subjects. A point of view that, much like personal taste, cannot be “wrong” in any judgmental way. You cannot judge me, except as a person who is as equally as fallible. That fallibility is what makes me (an you) human.

What has been going on in my life? Well, I’ve been making up with lost friends, helping my family stay together during my grandmother’s ever declining state of health (she has Alzheimer’s, is getting on in years, and now it appears her entire gastric tract is under some infectious attack.) People who find that if I talk about my life -- the reality of which has been hard since the second I was born into it -- in some way that is truthful and real is be manipulative, then they are deeply sad and lack empathy.

I admit, a blog seems to be like a book or article and that comes about because it is used by so many people who are political figures, or who take a subject (from love, film, science fiction, or social issues) … but I would argue that a blog that focuses on the individual’s point of view must therefore focus on all aspects of that life.

I’ve been in a good relationship recently, and that is something I’m not going to discuss in my blog. It isn’t fair to drag her into this or expose any of her life to those she does not wish to share them with.

As we watch the steadily declining economy and I see my friends react in so many varied ways at this, I feel pretty lucky to be working. My general state of mind for the last year has been mostly positive. If, however, I write about a time when I am not, that merely is truth. Truth cannot be anything but truth. However you, the reader feel, is not my responsibility (as I am not advocating anything but personal responsibility.)

So, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Otherwise, if you hold on to your rigid view of "what I should be writing" ... then I feel like this picture ... like talking to an alien.