It’s a sad time we live in. People, things should be great, and for lots of great reasons, but there are those among us who only see the worst while the best is at its peak. When the city of San Diego endorses a book burning event for the notorious and ideologically dangerous Dr. Seuss, you know we are facing hard times on planet Earth.
For more than ten years now, my blog has been about the odd thoughts that fleet through my head, usually late at night, often when liquor is involved. Latte though, i.e. lately autocorrected, I find myself having to unpost those thoughts that I feared would lead those who don’t know me, and potential employers, to the wrong conclusions, and that makes me uncomfortable.
A few years ago, I deleted Facebook, LinkedIn, and Yahoo! I realized that most of the people I was connected with on those platforms were complete idiots—I am looking at you, Mirko, you Trudeau voting dummy—so I deliberately unplugged. If you have my cell number, you know how to share your thoughts with me. Otherwise, I probably don’t care.
Anyhow, this blog is my last voice. My outlet to say the things out loud that nobody but me thinks inside, in that quiet place where dinosaurs and monkeys battle it out. Censorship makes me sad, and self censorship is the worst, because it comes principally from self doubt, made manifest by the fear of implications.
If you see my posts disappear, or if everything suddenly turns private, it is because I am afraid that someone awful might be looking and judging. Don’t search for me; you won’t like what you will find. Whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey. In case you were wondering.
—DG.
Inside Doug's Head 