Even Echoes are Good

Wow. I am really flattered by the number of people who liked and shared my last post. (Most especially the strangers, because they didn’t have to share out of pity, friendship, love, or familial obligation.) I almost didn’t click “Publish” on that post; i felt it was rambling, inflammatory, too revealing of my political leanings. It is nice to know that others feel similarly about politics these days; I sometimes feel that I am on an island, politically. I do wish more people I know who are firmly on the right or the left read it and shared it. It seems that the people it most struck a chord with are the ones that mirror me politically, and are stuck in the middle, wondering why things can’t be different. I wonder if it just didn’t ring true to the others. I also think that perhaps those who did share it did it less because they support civility and more because they relate to what it feels like to be a political paradox.

A few other things to mention, that have come to my attentions since I published it yesterday:

My Mom was not offended by the “asshole” comment. She’s pretty thick-skinned, I guess. She spends enough time around my Dad and I that I guess she needs to be. It really wasn’t about my mom, or the friend who made the comment, in the first place, but more about the unintended consequences of being rude on Facebook for God and everyone and their Mama to see.

A commenter pointed out that there is a children’s book, The Crayon Box That Talked, which promotes diversity using the Crayola analogy. I had never read it, but thought i would mention it. There are no new ideas, I guess.

Again, thanks to those who shared on Facebook and who weighed in there, and to those new folks who left me comments. I used to blog every day, and I fell off the wagon through a combination of fear of speaking out about things, a busy life, and wrestling with some things in life that, if written about on my blog, might cause pain to those I love. Hell, writing about them might cause pain to me! So, I fell out of the habit, and lost my mojo, or at least my fearlessness. I think I might be getting it back a little. It is true that time helps heal things. But the response to this post has helped with my confidence, too – It is hard to pen these posts and then send them off into the ether, with no response, not even an echo. So, a big thank you to those who responded to this one. It did not go unnoticed, and is much appreciated.


  3 comments for “Even Echoes are Good

  1. September 7, 2012 at 9:56 am

    Anne, I love to read your writing. And I whole-heartedly agree that it is scary and frustrating to put yourself out there- for the world to see- and get little to no response to blog posts. Makes me wonder if it’s worth my time and if people are really even reading, much less being moved by my words or learning something. I enjoy the process and the venue for sharing, as I think you do, but sometimes it feels lonely and pointless. Anyway, I wanted you to know that I understand your struggle and that I truly enjoy reading your thoughts. Feedback from folks always makes my day too. So, thank you for writing and opening yourself for us to see.
    xoxoxo ashli

  2. September 7, 2012 at 4:10 pm

    Thanks, Ashli! That means so much to me. I love your posts too! Although they usually make me hungry.

  3. September 11, 2012 at 10:32 am

    I read it and followed the comments, but I didn’t leave any, nor did I share it. I’m just so over the screaming politics right now that I find myself not wanting to participate at any level. This coming from a political junkie most of her life. Enough already. Where is civility these days?

    Just the other day, I saw a car driving around with a stuffed pink bunny in a cage strapped to the top of it and somehow totally missed out on that it was a knock at Romney and his dog on the car incident. I thought someone’s stuffed animal had become possessed.
    I still like my version better.

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