Freedom of speech in the blogosphere
I started my personal blog a few years ago as a way to get my feelings out. I struggle with vocalizing what is bothering me but give me a pen and paper and I'll go to town.
Writing is cathartic.
Writing is my release.
Take that away from me? Everything gets bottled up inside.
I probably made a giant mistake when I decided to tell my family and friends about my blog. The day I became known and not anonymous became the day my words began to become censored.
Granted, I never asked anyone to read my blog. They just...did...so technically, if they got offended then they should just forget I even had a blog, right?
So, so wrong.
Apparently, the more something offends you, the more you want to read about it and throw in your commentary from the peanut gallery.
Commentary like, "Don't write about this anymore."
It's my blog. It's my choice what I can and cannot write about. Hello, freedom of speech? Why should I have to plead the fifth?
Part of me wishes I had never shared my blog with people I knew "in the flesh" while another part of me doesn't really care. Whether or not I write about the way I feel about something doesn't mean my feelings will change.
Ignorance must be bliss for you-who-try-to-censor-what-I-write-about. Except, funny thing is, just because you didn't read about how I felt about something or someone on my blog doesn't mean I've stopped feeling that way.
So, I censor to make you feel better?
What about my catharsis? I don't get that release anymore just so you feel better?
How is that fair?
I've struggled with not writing about certain topics and people on my blog because I didn't want to accidentally offend anyone. Granted, I have never written about anyone with malice except my father.
Apparently, that's a no-no.
Whenever someone tries to tell me not to do something, I get my panties in a wad and want to do it all that much more, and worse, times a million.
The ironic part?
I was given the suggestion to write a book about all of these "things" that I shouldn't write about on my blog.
Um...assuming the book was published means that there would probably be a hell of a lot more people reading about the 'dirt' that you're currently trying to get me to stay quiet about, so I'm not sure I even understand that proposal.
So, here I sit, with proverbial tape over my mouth, though I doubt that will last much longer, given my emotional state with pregnancy and my newfound ability to just say whatever the hell I want without really caring - at the moment - who I'm offending.
I've never been one to ask someone to stop talking about a particular topic that was bothering him or her immensely...so who are you to try and do that to me?