The Hauntings

On an evening such as this
It’s hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed a car and leave this town
Who’ll notice that I’m not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say ‘underwear’
I could leave but I’ll just stay
All my stuff’s here anyway.
- BNR
I’m off to a meeting this morning and need to rush out but I did want to mark a couple short points. First I’ve stopped allowing “anon” responses. Yeah, some of you guys don’t have Google accounts, but it’s no big deal to set one up if you want to join in a conversation. But most of the time I was finding Mr. or Ms. Anon were just popping in to be mean spirited. There’s been a lot of talk about that in the blogging world in general. People are much ruder online than they would be in person. Much quicker to condemn, smart off or whatever. For my part I don’t mind a bit of controversy and discussion, but being rude for the sake of it is not what this blog is about. Sure I know you can sign up and use any pseudonym you like but my hope is that will give some folks the time they would use in real life to consider their words before they speak.
I have chosen of course to be a bit more “on topic” here as well. I had started this blog to be about kayaking and about life of course but it can be hard and sometimes not possible to give every detail of a life situation that may be effecting my thoughts on any given day. I choose to just express, not necessarily justify. Of course at that time “Anons” will pop up and give you their shallow, mean, and meaningless opinions. Frankly if you’re in a bit of a mood anyway, the last thing you need is some bullet head telling telling you why you suck on top of it all.
They will just never understand why seakaying is an extension of your own personal experiences. Why you take to the water sometimes. It’s not always just about exploring the “golden pond” as JB would say, or a hardcore, bad attitude, surf dude mentality. Some days it is, sure. Other days you launch out into the water with thoughts of sensuality, loneliness, anxiety and many other emotions. Being alone on the water is like spending quiet time with a friend. Healing. So at times I would write here about what exactly I was needing the healing time for.
With those thoughts I choose not to post my thoughts about dealing with Anxiety Attacks, or the one about missing a friend of mine quite desperately recently. I’ve not posted the one about wanting to hold a someone who is suffering loss, or about the SPAM email about “Fantasy Girls” that went on to talk about what a real “fantasy” woman could be or for that matter why it’s on my mind. I’ve not shared how in the last couple weeks I’ve slept very little, or how coping with illness wears on you. I’ve not mentioned the constant ear infection that’s been driving me crazy recently. These are things that in the beginning I would freely write about here. But have in the last months met some resistance has the number of readers has climbed. I still need to write about them. Writing is how I come to terms with how I feel. However, I understand that we want Quixotica to be light reading when when we just want a “Kayak” fix. Got that. So I’ve begun to write my own life somewhere else. Which I think has been nice actually. Better for everyone. This way Quix can be exactly what you want it to be, and yet I can vent which is exactly what I need to do to survive. Sound good? Good.
With that in mind, I’m off. The local lake is open again and I can start doing some daily miles. building up for the Big trip in August as well as warming up for Wales in a few weeks. Thanks to all of you that come here each day and have followed along for almost 3 years now. I look forward to the next 3. But a bit more. . . “ready for print”. LOL
- d
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My daily quote from Brendan Behan-
“Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves.”
There are always those that seek to tear down what they don’t have the guts or the intelligence to do themselves. It’s interesting that they usually do this anonymously. I have always found your candor refreshing and I look forward to you continuing your posts.
By “hiding” your stuff from these pages and, hence, me, I lose out on hearing your creative and sensitive musings. And my life is a bit less because of that. I forget the Latin for it, but….don’t let the bastards get you down.
What Silbs just said … I agree. I don’t have a computer at home right now, and I’ve been know to come into work on weekends just to check up and see what the blogger world has come up with overnight. This is my first stop.
isn’t it interesting that when we discover who is reading our blogs, we start to adjust our writing to fit what we think our audience wants to read? That’s been my experience too. But hey, it’s YOUR blog, you can write whatever you damn well want to!
Hey, Thanks all. You know for the most part I agree and want to stick to my guns, but on the other hand why am I battling idiots to share stuff most people would share with their mothers!?? LOL! Not very helpful or therapeutic.
Andrew, you’re right. You can’t help it. You start by talking to your “imaginary friend” but over time when readership goes up and people start coming up to you at symposiums or whatever and say “hey I read your blog”. .. You start writing to them.