Back in these wanderings ... Well, I have a particular topic which I wanted to write for the moment, so I tell beforehand (or notice) that this particular post will be a big waste of time. But what the hell, it's a new year, and following some fashion (which I hate) I have to express my wishes (most hypocritical and unrealistic to be heard) that everyone has a good year, or at least a year a slightly less mediocre than the last.
Because that is blogging Right?
I said before I am compelled compulsively to write in my spare time to use your writing as a tool to think clearly. Not if you, person that I read from your monitor thanks to the miracle of impersonal online communication is identified with me in this. Not that I feel a call to higher forces that invaded me and I have to share my ideas in this medium, or feel that my views and so help me the neologistic cafeinizadas rebuznancia
opinionizadas ideas are a beacon in this sea of \u200b\u200bpoverty neuronal we call modern life ... is that when we express something publicly is easier to do a self-analysis. Points stronger view might change (and not always for a better course) if the circumstances or the passage of time make us live different experiences that we usually face.
And I think that is why I have changed both in theme and style to write in a blog. Mainly what else is affected is my writer
regularity, but when I read I find that I had forgotten many things for me were a source of heated discussions and adopt attitudes that could defend anger overflowed ... and now I care a sovereign radish. Reprehensible and admirable things, things that assigned a high value relevant or things that were most Trivales are now only issues I wrote because I thought once occupied a space in my head long enough to sacrifice a portion of it and share. This fact fills me with doubts, I am surprised and disgusted. Within this jumble of ideas that I call identity have always said that one of the human values \u200b\u200bthat seem more impressive is the consistency between what one thinks and acts, openness clear at the time of expression.
So it's uncomfortable to admit that during my brief career as a blogger my one constant has been change.
Not that he thought I was the bearer of the virtue of consistency ... let me know as crazy. But by repeating the usual wine, I began to act like crazy. At one point in my life I became convinced very ridiculous that I was a little crazy. And to be absurdly proud of it. I think trying to be different I believe was special.
At least until today I had never raised the question that was a crazy intelligence within the average. Now I do not question what must be mad, because the more I grow the more I realize I'm a pretty inside of his mind but out of the regular slang for the place and time where you live. But there are millions like me.
So like one of those many millions who believe they are crazy for being crazy and have a kind of special magic magnifying glass that allows them to see reality beyond the obvious, intended to illustrate in a very papaya and knowledgeable to the uneducated masses and dazzle them with my knowledge of topics that no one knows much. And pylon strain between the string of data that serve neither to win the Jeopardy one another Mexican version of my views.
To this all comes down to wanting to put our spoon into the soup giving our opinions.
And I now believe (see, see how subtly slip my opinion
a line break!) That opinions are like assholes, everyone has one, and now everyone has a blog. As if not enough people to be saturated mensa, mensa people now have doing more public than it should be your damn opinion, and above all believing that they illustrate with the world. Ladies and gentlemen
of blogging: do not fool us. People who write and publish is not wise just by the mere act of writing. Very possibly if I finished the primary and are smart enough to read and write. Finding out someone's opinion written by a medium often predisposes us to believe it, because damn it, if the person is brave enough to make public their view is a sign of his confidence that his words have the proper basis and not just products the many acts of mental auto-eroticism.
If exempt from this list of blogs that have a particular purpose, or maybe the art (but what is art but the view expressed emotional way an artist?) Hope and maybe I'm wrong, but now largely of blogs are not worth the electrons they're written on.
I at least now I admit it. Many of my ideas are not the result of hard and dedicated research, and are not easily supported by evidence. Yeah, sure occasionally I can cite some reasonably credible source, but is it reasonable to believe that the source you quote there? If I write the words "I once read
" or "I remember hearing
"it is more likely that my memory is playing tricks or simply I am writing at the time what I can come so that appear to come from a scholarly source. So I'm cynically creating a reputation for scholarly and humble at a time.
Bloggers "opinion" are almost all an interesting horde of people who do not know how to write well, think of topics that is very difficult to write clearly, so people who do not usually read. Or not often read anything but blogs and self-help books. Finally, I leave the subject because the object is not to throw myself insulting people who do not actually read, may be very busy and anyway do not read what I write in a sarcastic way.
Now you might wonder if I'm getting somewhere with this endless list of complaints about offensive to me and my habits. I am afraid to disappoint them but not really. It was just an opinion that I wanted to share with you. Until next post!
:)