I’ll bet about 100 posts on my blog are titled “Whoa!” or “Wow!” or something like it.
I have a lot of experiences, and a lot of them make me say “Holy fuck!” As I constantly reformat almost everything I think and say in ways that will hopefully not offend, I rarely title posts “Holy Fuck!” but I want to. It’s confusing. I’ve been aware for some time that trying to self-edit is about 90% a waste of time. Editing for style and presentation and dangling modifiers is good. Editing truth is not.
Editing profanity is a mixed bag. It makes some people more comfortable, but I’m not sure how to weight that. People can be comfortable in their own spaces. I decided a long time ago that I am under no obligation to make the diary of my life an easy place for the overly religious or those afraid of language to relax. But I still try, because I’m stupid, and I want to be nice. I want to be kind.
“I lost my shape, trying to act casual”
I must tell you that I have had one of the most intriguing and mind-opening twelve hours of my life, spent entirely alone except for an hour and a half at acupuncture and some hours with the company of the Internets and/or watching The Mentalist, and looking at the introductory section to Jean Power’s new book. Which is mindbendingly perfect.
Despite having nothing obvious actually happen to me, I am not the same person that I was at this time yesterday. A lot of things fell away; there is less of me than ever, and the feeling of strength is incredible.
I am less interested in ever in all of the reasons people give for the stupid things that they do, me included. Doing is all that matters. Everything else is dust. I don’t give a shit why you are sticking with your marriage of convenience or living in the place that drains your soul or going to a job you hate. I say to myself and also to you, stop wasting time talking about why you can’t do things that you obviously can and should do, or why you haven’t yet stopped doing things that are bad for you.
Just fucking do. Or do not. Whether it is taking a nap or changing your life, for Christ’s sake, do it or shut the hell up.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don’t do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don’t stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape