I've often thought I should start a new blog page titled What I Really Think. It would have many of the musings and thoughts that I write on Facebook and then quickly delete, worrying about what people will think and who I might offend.
What I Really Think would have my true opinions about all kinds of things--religion, politics, relationships, parenting... Usually I have thought it over from several angles, and usually people say I have an interesting perspective. What I Really Think would be cathartic, but I would probably alienate most of my friends sooner or later.
I have a dozen drafts on different topics, in the spirit of What I Really Think, but they always fall apart before I finish. I start to see the holes or the unanswered questions and abandon it before writing the conclusion. Perhaps it's my laziness not to follow my logic through; perhaps I'm pretty terrible at logic and my opinions are crap. Or maybe it's my reluctance to commit to an opinion--I blame that on my Pacific Northwest culture. Open-minded and open-ended to a fault.
Well who cares. No one wants my judgments, do they? Occasionally people ask what I think, but more often they say, "That's a good question." Today it struck me--good questions are far more interesting than concrete answers anyway. Again, I'll credit Oregon culture, but isn't it more valuable to turn something over in your mind often, to continually examine, than to speed toward some conclusion?
So I'm going to start writing more honestly. Maybe if I don't have some polished gem of truth to write about, I can at least write about my process and my questions... and my little tiny speck of an ordinary life that is a whole world to me.
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