Last month or so, I wrote a blog (honestly- I don’t remember what it was about) One person commented why more men don’t comment of women’s blogs. I thought that was interesting, so I jotted it down in my planner where I note blog ideas. I get my blog ideas from things that happen to me, things that happen to my friends, and very often, comments made my fellow bloggers and readers.
Last Monday I wrote a blog and posed that very question- do people tend to focus on same sex blogs. One of the 85 comments stated that one person has been known to block men from reading her posts because they were just creepy. Which got be thinking about a recent Instagram experience, which was then the thesis for the next blog, about people who follow blogs for nefarious reasons.
At some point between Monday and Tuesday, and upwards of 100+ comments, a few people entertained the idea that I write from a feminine slant- which makes sense as I am a woman. So the next post wasn’t even really a post: I posed eight questions in a blog of maybe 600 words. I relayed a personal story and then asked a whole bunch of questions about men and women and feelings. 67 comments to think about…
Which led me to my next post which dealt with the thought that does media of all sorts play too much a role in how we think and feel. Which elicited the comment why does it matter to me.
So friday I defended my opinion on why asking these questions and thinking things out matters.
Which led to a comment on Saturday on that particular blog.
The comment said a few things, but most notably to me was “You don’t know anything.”
And you know what I say to that?
You are right. I don’t know anything.
And because I don’t know anything, I ask questions. I come up with theories. I formulate hypothesis. I think outside the box. I realize that my knowledge is limited and I don’t know anything.
Wait a second…
I don’t like absolutes, so let’s just say that I don’t know some things…
Like, I know that I know that I don’t know everything…
You know what else I know?
Over the weekend in NYC, a fifteen year old was robbed of debit card, phone and sneakers. The victim was also beaten so savagely that they were knocked unconscious and left with a concussion.
I know this because I saw the video footage.
I also know that at least fifteen kids participated in this attack. I didn’t stop to count the number of kids involved because I was too busy looking at them laughing about it as they walked over the victim’s still body…
Someone’s child was beaten up by the children of let’s say 30 people…
So here’s what I don’t know:
I don’t know why this happened.
I don’t know how to prevent this from happening.
So until someone figures out how to solve these problems I will continue to think about things. I will continue to explore options no matter how far fetched they appear on the surface. I will contine to challenge the status quo. I will not accept the answer that things are a certain way because they are… I don’t like hearing that answer- that things are static and immobile…
If we thought things couldn’t change, would we be celebrating the 100th anniversary of passing of the 19th amendment?
If we never challenged ideas, would we still consider the world flat?
Now- my ego is big, but I don’t compare myself to suufragettes or explorers. But why can’t ordinary people be the cause for new thought and change?
Do I piss you off sometimes?
Make you mad?
Make you think?
Challenge your ideas and what is and what isn’t?
I sure hope so.
If I don’t, I promise you that I will try harder to do all these things.
When I blog, I do not do it ,as one suggested, as an ego trip. I blog because I like to write. I blog because I like to communicate. I blog because I like to hear what other people are thinking. I can’t learn anything if I sit in a corner and don’t listen to others.
So tell me whatever it is on your mind. Tell me how much you don’t like me if it makes you feel better. Tell me you theories and ideas.
Don’t tell me. Keep your thoughts and ideas and feelings to yourself.
Read my blog.
Don’t read my blog.
How you think in your head doesn’t matter to me. I promise you that I will think long and hard on any opinion presented because all opinions are valid. It only matters to me when you challenge me on what I think or feel or ponder.
If you want to debate me, bring it on…
I can’t learn anything if you don’t challenge me