My latest post was going to be about a controversial subject.
However, after running it by my daughter, she positively, 100 percent told me I should NOT under any circumstances publish it. Apparently, fire and brimstone would rain down on me, my name would be mud, others might (well, she said ‘would’) take what I said out of context or the wrong way, etc., ad nauseum. She’s wise and I listen to her on these matters. She hasn’t steered me wrong, yet.
The nixed post in question was something I was developing after reading another blogger’s post who shall remain nameless and genderless. That blogger brought up G-O-D in their post. That brought up a question in my own mind about how and why people either experience or not experience God. I’m curious like that. Anyway, I got the lecture from my daughter that I should know better than to stir up a hornet’s nest. You know, because you never bring up controversial subjects like money, sex, politics, religion, and in some cases, sports, especially in polite society.
Yes, you are thought of as polite society, my Wayward Friends!
Otherwise, the “all hell breaks loose” thing tends to occur — even online — which I witnessed in the comment section of the nameless blog post I read.
Also, I’ve personally witnessed this happen between two alpha males at a writer’s group I attended a couple of years ago. The three of us didn’t know each other, but our philosophical conversation started out civilly enough. I don’t remember why, but at some point I mentioned that I watch Ancient Aliens. Boy did I get grief from both of these guys about that! “Oh, you’re one of those people,” one of them said. They both rolled their eyes and looked annoyed. Some people are so…free with their condescension.
Wow. That wasn’t the reaction I anticipated by these allegedly highly-educated and well-mannered writers. I thought they’d be more open-minded or at least…kind.
I explained that whether I believed in extraterrestrial life or not wasn’t as important as how Ancient Aliens opened up my mind to the possibility of things that some easily dismiss because they can’t be scientifically proven or disproved. As writers, I thought they could understand the worth of that. I guessed wrong, apparently.
From there, it was a speedy but natural progression to the subject of GOD.
I just want to go on record, I wasn’t the one who brought God into this conversation. One guy Believed and the other did not. It would have been fine if the conversation had stopped there. It didn’t, though. One thought the other was ridiculous and full of you-know-what. Ouch. Things got very personal and heated and ugly. Bad words and accusations flew. Hands clenched. Fists raised. It happened very quickly.
No one actually threw a punch, but I’m pretty sure that’s only because management stepped in before that happened with, “I’m sorry, but your conversation is starting to disturb our other guests. Is everything okay?” Both guys backed down. Neither said the “S” word, though. Egos, huh? By this time, other writer group members intervened as well. I apologized for the noise. It was time for me to go after that.
The following week, I decided I’d not go back to that writers group — just for a while. And now? I couldn’t go back even if I wanted. I’m staying at home until we get control over coronavirus. So here we are.
The writer’s group incident was such an eye-opening and “Whoa!” moment for me. I saw for myself how human nature unintentionally plays out in unpredictable and volatile ways. One minute things were okay, the next minute it was chaos. So I’m not going to instigate any of that on my blog because my daughter thinks it could quickly come down to that sort of thing. I am not an intentional rabble-rouser, y’all; which means, while I’m tempted to ask questions and have a polite conversation, it’s not going to happen because sometimes the best of us get triggered and things go downhill fairly rapidly. I adore all of you too much for that to happen.
Face it, I’ve already written too many things that freak many of y’all out. Generally speaking, the majority of my readership isn’t interested in my feeble attempts at poetry or stream-of-consciousness writing, aren’t interested in my angry rants, and I know more than a few of you wish that some of my imagery weren’t so graphic. I’ve listened to what you’ve said, and I’ve taken it to heart. Mostly. However, until today, I’ve never censored an entire post I’ve written.
You’re welcome. I think.
My question to you is multifold —
Have you ever written something and then second guessed yourself and decided not to post it? If so, why? Are there any subjects that you absolutely won’t write about or read? Do you have any regrets over anything you’ve written in the past that have come back to bite you in the butt? Without going into too much detail, I’d love to hear the gist of your thoughts. Also, finally, this post is Lauren approved! 🙂
Okay, your turn.