has been bugging me.
Really.
See, I have THIS blog for… blogging. And when I got this blog, I wasn’t really sure I knew what blogging really was. I didn’t think it was like a diary or anything.
And this has bothered me on and off since I got it almost 3 years ago. I think it’s been 3 years. Hmmmm.
This question has bothered me more lately. Seems everyone I know use their blogs to discuss the great questions of the universe or ponder Richard. Why do we love him? And we dissect his life, his career, that fine behind to smithereens. Not that there isn’t anything wrong with that.
There are blogs that discuss career choices, feelings, photos, lighting, The Precious to the nano nano detail. It’s heady, it’s deep.
And I’m none of that – you know, heady and deep. Sometimes I feel like my ‘blog’ is simply… a diary with pictures of pretty things. Somewhere to keep a list of what I’ve read.
This isn’t my political place. Truth is I don’t LIKE to discuss politics. I’m not going to change my mind. You won’t change yours. Can’t we just do something pleasant, like talk about Him and look at his Peaches? If I discuss politics, it’s because something has pissed me off and this seems to be my place to rant.
A friend of mine on Facebook who is uber liberal (Loves Bernie. Never mind Bernie thinks we have magical money trees and have magic unicorns who piss on the magical money trees to make them grow but I digress) went on a rant and opens it with – I love you anyway Zee – which tagged me and put her rant on my wall.
And of course all of her friends are going down with their… beliefs. And it’s on my wall. And I’m thinking – you know, I could be a bitch and respond. And when I do that, my Conservative friends will back me up and then there will be a blood bath on my wall. And I don’t want that. So I took the high road and untagged myself and removed myself from getting notifications. Because I teach all day, you know, to screaming children and this would be nothing more than an extension of it. If I’m going to deal with screaming people, I’d just soon get paid for it.
And honestly, I do NOT want to talk about it. I just want to rant.
And look at the peaches.
So it isn’t that I’m not capable of deep thoughts and discussion, it’s just… I’d rather not.
Does that make sense?
Ah. Don’t mind me. I’m fighting serious crud. Again. I’m run down and exhausted. Had a bad asthma attack in class today. Managed to find my emergency inhaler but it was scary. And today was overall a shit day and I only have 16 shitty Thursdays left. At least we have a three day weekend. Here. Have some Richard.
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it just depends on what you need or what you enjoy. you seem to enjoy sharing random thoughts and pics of Richard, has that changed? when I had my ‘Nowhere in Particular’ blog I had a lot of fun w/it, but I often felt like maybe people thought I wasn’t capable of deep thoughts b/c of the tone of that blog. when the fact was, I used it as an escape from all the deep thoughts. I got deep thoughts out the wazoo, but I don’t *want* them!! I also had a non-Richard Armitage blog on the side to write about whatever sparked my fancy. it was a little more deep than the RA one but I just couldn’t seem to write on there regularly without a ‘theme’. I do much better with a theme, a kind of framework. I’ve thought of blogging random everyday thoughts but I’m afraid it would just rile me up as a place to complain (which is why I try really hard not to complain on Twitter. I used to complain on Facebook but I burnt too many contacts by commenting on others complaints…) the new RA blog is something I need to do for my own sanity (to save my crush instead of just leaving him completely just b/c he happens to be hard to deal with at times. like all men everywhere…) so, my very long winded answer amounts to: do it for you, not for anyone else. I enjoy reading your thoughts, in any case 🙂
See, that’s the deal… everyone talks about how ‘hard’ he is to deal with.
How?
I don’t dwell on his private life, his political beliefs or his choice of roles. At some point, I might lose interest, although I don’t see that happening anytime soon. I simply enjoy the visual and talent.
Meh. Like I said I’m tired and I’m thinking too much. Means I’m going deep…. which I can do.
Actually right now, I’m considering taking a couple of tylenol and taking the laptop to bed. I’ve watched the first 4 episodes of Berlin Station. I need to watch the rest – although I’m pretty dang sure who the bad guy is.
and I envy that you can just enjoy him without dwelling on those other things! that’s what I do with Jamie Dornan. I know just enough to satisfy my curiosity, the rest I leave alone (I learned my lesson with getting to close!) and he makes me so happy b/c of it. I want to get back to that with Richard (as much as is possible at least since I do know so much about him already) and so that’s why I’m trying to pinpoint the things that bother me and figure out why they do, so that I can get past it. my brain never shuts off, the curse of Aquarius 😛
HAH! I’m a Sag. I take people as they are.
I became VERY involved in the LOTR fandom oh… 15 years ago. Got burned bad over a specific actor – (someone wanted to be the big fish in the small pond and decided I was enemy #1 when I was asked to be part of a committee for a convention because my name was synonymous with ‘this character’s go-to’. It wasn’t pretty. It ended up being a 4 year blood bath. Come to find out later that this person and her sibling were well known as destroyer of fandoms. Pretty sad.
Richard just seems to be a pretty private person and I let his privacy stay there. I’m more than aware – as you know – that there has been much speculation and hard-nosed claims by people who don’t know the man personally… I find it to be rather intrusive. I’d rather NOT go there.
Now if he were a pedophile, I’d be walking away. I’m pretty judgemental in that regard. Have an affair with someone’s wife – probably the same. Politics… nah. Unless he was a Neo-Nazi or racist. I’ve learned the hard way to just step back.
Ships sink all the time.
You know, I”ve had the next chapter of Aside from Heaven ready to go for a week. I should finish cleaning it and posting it.
I was getting so tired of everything always appearing on my wall, every random meme or article people thought I might be interested in, along with at least one “memory” per day from my mother-in-love… finally figured out I could control that by changing my settings… now I get a notification and get to choose whether it goes on my timeline. And I almost always choose NO. LOL
This is the only time anyone has blind posted a political rant on my wall. And it was stacked so there was no way to have a civil conversation. Actually, I tried and was immediately shot down by people who hadn’t read my response. At that point, my decision was to a) fire back and call in the reinforcements or b)say fuck it and back out. They probably think I”m being a coward. I’m not. It’s not worth it.
There is NO chocolate in the house. I’m getting itchy for something I should NOT have.
“I simply enjoy the visual and the talent.” Nothing wrong with that in the least. I already have a man in my life – whom I love dearly btw – who can be hard to deal with on occasions (as, no doubt, can I!) I don’t need to have that with my crush as well. 😉 RA is my escape, so I cherry pick what I want to acknowledge/enjoy, and I’ll ignore the rest. I’ll be finished though if I discover something morally abhorrent about him.
We live in an age where many think it’s their business and their right to know everything about anyone and if they don’t conform to personal beliefs well…
And I find that to be sad. I could continue, but I won’t. It’s Friday and you know what that means?????
Yes, you do.
What? What does Friday mean? Does it mean we all go to the Ground Round ’cause I shit you not, my ENTIRE town is trying to squeeze into that parking lot. What is with Friday and the Ground Round?
I enjoy never knowing what I’m going to get over here. Just Saying…. PS, you’re freaking me out with that inhaler.
It’s GUYDAY!!!!! Check my most recent post. Lots of Sir Guy!!!!
I keep 3 different inhalers on my person at all times. The blue or red one is a daily inhaler. The white one is for asthma attacks and the yellow one is for asthmatic bronchitis attacks.
Right now, I’m freezing my ass off because we are at Starbucks and the little shits here turn the ac up full blast to fucking 50 degrees so no one will stick around. They don’t close until 11 and I was numb by 8:30.
So it looks like everyone loves me being the odd duck. Kewlies. Quack Quack.
PS – is the Ground Round the onliest restaurant in town???
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