Archive for July 29th, 2006

So, you think you’re not tall enough.  Neither am I.

And you imagine you’re not ripped, like a body builder. 

That’s okay, I’m not stacked like Dolly.

You say your hair is thin, you’re getting wrinkles and you snore…

Me too, but don’t tell anyone.

You have a morbid fascination with death that translates to poetry, sing off key in the shower and had an imaginary friend when you were six.  You cheated on your girlfriend when you were 20 and your first wife left you because you were “emotionally vacant”, and as you tell me this, presumably to warn me away, I can see the love you still have for her.

You smoked pot once when you were a freshman, went to church every Sunday until you graduated college and learned that God was something else.  You believe the world is worth saving, and that people are generally good.  You collect antique keys, implying heavily that some time you’d like to show me a few of the more interesting finds.

Then as though you’ve done something wrong in attracting my curiosity you quickly inform me you smoke, drink, swear and have difficulty committing in a relationship.

Me too, all of the above.

So stop telling me why I shouldn’t find you attractive.  Stop trying to save me from making up my own mind –

Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.

Since beginning the BlissQuest and keeping a blog, I’ve struggled with my voice.  Voice is so much a part of us as individuals.  Whether you’re a writer, a housewife, a designer or a programmer – your voice defines your communication, clarifies your thoughts and expresses your needs.  Without your voice you cannot ask for help, or supply affection. 

Your voice might be touch, or a smile or in my case the way I write.  You might speak in ones and zeros, or with paint or dance or hugs but everyone speaks.

Voice is tempered by the language your parents spoke, the things you love, the things you hate.  Voice is as fluid as the changing seasons and my differ in fall as much as the spring. 

Part of the problem I’ve had with my voice and the medium of the internet is having a public forum, I naturally censor myself.  I have no desire to hurt anyone or upset the people I love knowing full well they are occasional readers.  So I endeavor to say that which is not untruthful, but ultimately ends up being not the whole and unmolested truth. 

The problem is that although I work at maintaining a voice – it is not my true voice.  Therefore I do myself no great service, nor do I really serve anyone who reads.

Where is the line between tact and honesty?  I used to keep a journal.  Sometimes when I struggled with a particular problem, I’d write 17 pages before I’d stumble across the solution or the true face of my inner turmoil. 

Since blogging, I have not journaled near as much as I used to.  In fact, the problems that plague me I’ve tried to work out on the web and because I sensor them, I rarely find inner clarification, which leaves a muddled ball of incomprehensible blah.

So my question is this – Is a blog more worthy of the unmolested truth, perhaps long winded and harmful? Or short – vague, sweet and not bogged down by heavy material?  I still have my journal, and I’m fully capable of using it, therefore maintaining my blog for updates of my Quest.  But I’m curious as to what readers think.  How much of the Quest is necessary for the blog?