Thoughts.com Blogs - Thoughts on Thoughts

I finally had a day off today. Well, technically, I had yesterday off too, but I had things to do in three different cities, so it was a bit hairy. I spent a fair bit of today just sitting on my arse, immersing myself in other people's lives in thoughts.com.

There are a lot of tormented souls out there. And, a lot of people with pretty much nothing to say.

I love that this site can be home to all manner of people. Poets, (some more poetic than others), ranters (I have been known to do this myself, on occasion), armchair politicians, lonely hearts in abundance, and a rare few with some serious writing talent. With regard to the latter, it occurs to me that oftentimes if the blogger isn't weaving an ongoing saga, replete with repressed sexuality, demons of one sort or another, and possibly some past or present abuse, many of you take no notice. Understandably, those of us who like to read, enjoy a good yarn. Those of you who spin them are gratefully received.

There are some astonishingly well-written blogs out there. There is also an overwhelming abundance of swill. If you are one of the many swill-writers, I take refuge in the assumption that you, if reading this, will already have glazed over and moved on, and have no inkling that I am talking about you. I also intentionally didn't use the words "penis" or "horny" in my opening lines so that you would not be tempted to click that "read more" button.

I have read some amazing things today. There are, among you, people who struggle against insurmountable odds, whether they be overcoming personal tragedy, or just getting from A to B in any given day. I find myself rooting for you whole-heartedly. I also find myself wanting to offer some "older and wiser" encouragement to all of you angst-ridden teens and assure you that this state in which you find yourselves, and all of the melodrama that comes with the territory, is only temporary.

I have also read today, a truly impressive compilation of literary fecal matter. I relish language and its power, and I must admit that if this site were equipped with an "eject" button, I'd more than likely have used it on several occasions.

All of your stories, your outpourings of creative energy, your lonely cries in the dead of the night, and your random outbursts, all have a place here. I have seen complete strangers express kindness and compassion to others even as their own lives are crumbling around them. I love that about this place.

I read a blog today about those of you who do this just so that someone will notice, or pity you. I found myself nodding in agreement as I read. It occurred to me later that there is a place for those people here too. A place for those who need attention, and a place for those who disdain them. I love that too.

We can freely choose to ignore the inane utterings of complete morons, or choose to poke a stick in their cages to see what will happen. If such people didn't want any feedback, they'd be spewing their swill in a more private forum. We shouldn't feel that we are intruding on someone's "private" thoughts, because here, they are not private.

So, say what you want. Get it off your chest. But, respect our rights as readers to comment on you, take offense to you, disagree with you, attempt to fix you, or ignore you entirely.

Write on, bloggers!