A Voice of My Own
I have a voice. Though I have always tried to stay abreast of current technology, my husband laughs at me because I am a “lurker.” I like to know what other people are thinking. I visit at least ten different blogs and pages which detail other people’s opinions, yet am afraid of posting my own ideas (despite being an English teacher who supposedly is inspiring others to write and someday publish!) Ironically, those who know me characterize me as “confident,” and one who liberally sprinkles her ideas into conversations with sometimes reckless abandon. For some reason, I haven’t gotten around until now to creating my own blog. It has always seemed too much like mental diarrhea–who in the world would want to read all of my unedited thoughts?The very idea seemed more like a private journal that one properly keeps in in the back drawer.
Of course, this lack of voice has resulted in feeling silenced–I don’t always feel as if my opinions are welcome. Sometimes I don’t say anything because I think I already know what people will say–and then, what’s the point if they don’t want to converse anyway? And then I began to think wistfully on the conversations I had in college–those intense, philosophical dialogues with intelligent people who constantly questioned the world around them; where were these in my life? Why did it seem that everyone around me was talking about silly things to which I couldn’t relate (not that I don’t like silly conversations, but a little bit tends to go a long way with me, and there is, after all, only so much I can say about television shows…)
Now, I have come to the conclusion that I ought to have a space where I can express what I want–and those who want to respond to me can. If you have a comment and want to have a conversation, leave a remark. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.
Come and chat; let’s talk of things that matter to us.
Anne
