Originally published in The Sydney Morning Herald on Saturday April 14th 2007 and republished here without the permission of Mr Leunig and The Sydney Morning Herald but I’m hoping they don’t chew my ass over it because it should be protected by some Fair Dealing Law…not the image…my ass!
…I’m willing to bet Mr Leunig is a blogger….
Click on image to see it. ’cause seeing is believing…hmm…what song is that line from?
One of the reasons I haven’t posted much here is because I am a writer….okay… journalist… by trade and there are times I just do not feel like writing for the sake of it. Sometimes I’d rather talk or just think or just…be…without any need to impart my wisdumb.
I really shouldn’t think along those lines…or that line; “for the sake of it”. This is for the sake of me. That’s why I have this blog. That’s why we all have blogs.
I also ‘belong’ to a blogging community of writers. This was my introduction to the blogging world.
When I first got ‘accepted’ (because the writers were sourced through media job ads), my husband said to me; “Darling…you’ve finally got a pedestal from which to share your opinion”.
Let me re-word that. Let me also add what he actually meant.
He said; “Darling….you’ve finally got a pedestal from which to tell others what their opinion should be!”
There is some truth in that.
Aneewayy.
This blogging community?…some of the best writers I have ever read write here. Incredible stuff. Easy to lose an hour or two…days! Like with all blogging communities, a myriad of genres and styles and topics. And personalities.
….sigh….
But…everyone is just so “damaged”…”different”…”misunderstood”…blah, blah boring.
Okay not everyone. There are quite a few people I enjoy…consider them ‘friends’ and this, for someone like me, is weird but that’s another post hoc, ergo propter hoc.
I’m very much a glass overflowing kinda gal. Doris Day-ngerous. Que sera sera but I’ll damn well do my best to make it so! I choose the right to not give in to self pity and woe is me crap but fuck…talk about serving up a platitude.
I feel, and this is just my arrogance masquerading as humility manifesting as opinion, that giving vent to too much angst inevitably leads to drowning in it.
Let’s face it…when was the last time you saw “How To Lose Your Confidence” and “10 Tips For Unhappy People” and “The Road To Failure” on the bestseller lists?
AND please….please….let us not kid ourselves.
We do not blog “for myself”. We do not blog to be unread. We do not blog so that no one sees it. We do not blog for absolute privacy.
We blog for recognition. We blog to share. We blog because we want to tell people what we think.
To say that a blogger blogs purely for privacy and for themselves “just to get my thoughts out and I don’t want anyone to read what I write…”…
Buy a fricken pen, put it to fricken paper and keep the fricken angst under your mattress.
….well….grey is the shade du jour this season….and everyone seems to be wearing it.
Sigh…I’m so glad I’m not a fashion victim.
Angst is just so last reason.
…yet people continue to wear it like a tattoo.
Boring.
1. Being an optimist
2. Choosing to remain an optimist through sick and sin
3. My overwhelming love for my husband
4. My collection of boots (hmm…maybe I should post a pic of this…no…page isn’t big enough…)
5. My habit of pun-ctuating everything I say with pun-ches
6. My wanting to be a Wallaby (no, not a marsupial…a Rugby Union Player…the Australian Wallabies) despite being a woman.
7. My not wanting to be a Wallaroo (no…not another marsupial…a female Rugby Union player…the Australian Wallaroos) just because I’m a woman.
8. Writing dumb ass posts like this.
9. Lying about my age…but in the opposite direction.
10. Putting off writing my GammaBlog posts (post-castinating?) until the time was right.
…there’s plenty more but I’ll leave it at 10…for now…
much Gamma…
GammaDevi
