I talk about a lot of very unimportant things on this here blog. I talk about shoes and cars, minor daily annoyances, movies and fun excursions (literature is important, and therefore I do not include it in this list). I never seem to get around to some of the more serious thoughts that occupy my mind.

One reason for this is that you never know who is going to read your blog. My family, friends, co-workers, even Tim’s co-workers may somehow find themselves here, and for that reason alone I play it close to the vest.

Another is that I am not always sure how a thing will be taken – my political leanings, for example. Am I ready to get into debates with potential readers? Not particularly. Mind you, it’s not because I am unsure of myself or my affiliations. I really dislike getting into arguments with people (though I do hereby state, rarely has an opponent gotten the better of me), and especially so with extremists or people who are simply ignorant and subscribe to everything told to them by their parents or favorite news anchor. I don’t know how to argue with idiots, and have less patience than a cat when it comes to explaining something to someone who refuses to actually listen. I don’t mind if you disagree with me, but if I give you the benefit of an ear to discuss something as serious as politics or religion, then I expect the same in return.

Are the aforementioned grounds really good? Possibly not. As someone who is opposed to literary censorship, it does grate a little. However, with a baby on the way, careers to maintain, friendships and family ties to consider…it’s not always in my best interest, or in the best interests of others. Plus, there is the possibility that you, the reader, may not even want to read it.

I apologize, therefore, for the seeming triviality of this blog, but it’s not likely to change in tone (with the exception of this posting).