I am very happy to criticise some people for several hours a day. This is not because I think there is anything wrong with them. It is because I love them and any criticism I make is a tiny weed in the garden of delights which I find in their personality. With people I don’t warm to so naturally I am more guarded with my censure. Faced with a frothing psychopath I might well say, “excellent knifemanship if may say so, and in such a small space” while if a friend of mine was waving the same knife around in the kitchen while explaining to me in depth why butter has a lower mass than water I would say, “Put that B&^**^ knife down you stupid M^*+Y before you hurt someone”
My body is a warehouse rather than a temple and there is a quality of stuff stored in it or on its rib-cage which shouldn’t be present in a well organised life. That is not surprising as my life is not well organised .
None of this bothers me. Thus it is that I am aways interested in articles or magazine which urge us to try to achieve perfection in the moment: both in dress and in attitude. You know those awkward boys at the back of the class who, while not disruptive, didn’t seem to getting the teachers message: I am one of those. Those lessons we all hand out to each other about what we need to do in order to “maximise our output”, discover the inner you” or choose the perfect shirt for picnicking in the jungle while being eaten by leopards seem to saunter over my head in a way which makes many who like me shake their heads.
A sister of mine was talking about some problem I have. I have so many that I can’t remember which one it is now, but she said “I needed a new strategy”. I’m rather bored with strategies” I replied and you could almost hear her surprise over the phone.
In the same way I would love my Blog to be read by millions with comments like “That is just the tip I needed to sort the economy out” Barack Obama or “Add toothpaste to chocolate . Enjoy yourself and clean your teeth at the same time. Why didn’t I think of that” : The Bishop of Rutlandshire” but in the main I have a small but loyal band of followers plus that Albanian chap who I know is reading through his dictionary so he can leave a comment one day.
Some Blogs you can see are carefully constructed and use the tips found in the forum to maximise readership in a smooth professional manner which matches their polished and urbane articles. To be honest they don’t really engage me. Others talk about their personal struggles in moving and direct way or comment on the world around them with a sincerity which gives dignity and power to their expression regardless of their experience or background.:these are the ones I like. You know who you are because I comment on your stuff on a regular basis. Blogs I like can range in subject from personal experience to talk about music film and design. It doesn’t matter what the subject is. It the passion and sincerity which draws me to them.
Sadly many of the better ones are not the best marketed so you stumble on them largely by mistake. As is so often the case I find that the wisest man in the room seldom has the loudest voice.