I'm not sure why I'm writing this, since I had to lock this blog down this morning, and hence there are no readers.
Perhaps I'm writing because that is why I have this blog. It's not for people to read, it's for me to vent, to examine my thoughts. In many ways it's cathartic.
I discovered a day or 2 ago that someone related to me was likely reading this blog. I spent the better part of 4 hours this morning writing an explanation for it. When I was done, it just didn't feel right. So I locked it down.
I'm worried that things may get taken the wrong way, but I guess it's the bed I've made.
My dear Mr. Koda - you strike me as about as sane a person as there is. Triathlons don't make you crazy. But then again, I am told all the time that I'm crazy, so perhaps my opinion on this is not worth the time it takes to type it (I would have said it's not worth the ink and paper, but, well...). I wonder, sometimes, if being someone who thinks for yourself, who is not willing to accept all of society's constraints "just because," but who chooses which to comply with and which not to, exposes you to being called crazy.
ReplyDeleteThis my problem too. If I am crazy, would I still be sane enough to realize it.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you are crazy, so I'll take your kind words and provide a huge thanks.