The Electric

There has been some discussions about blogs reviling too much personal information.

A good example has been the sparring between Chris Pirillo and Ponzi while the two of them are on vacation in Hawaii’. Granted their on Maui which drove Jean and I to snip at each other due to the insane amount of effort it takes to move around on that island. For me, when I think about going back to Hawaii’ it comes down to three places that call out to me Windward coast of Oahu, First Christian Church of Honolulu and Pescatore in downtown Hilo on Big Island. But I digress.

Twice I have let too much personal information out on a blog and had it bit me in the butt. Now was what I posted meant to do damage or hurt folks? Nope.

It was written and posted for me by me in an unfiltered format without thinking how it would be taken by someone else. Notice that I’m not doing my usual apology which is an interesting development for me since in the past I would all but take other’s views above my own. Plus I tend to hold too many things in rather than get them out. So that’s why I post my rantings here. Even if I’m the only person to read them, I can at least look at them and try to find just where the feeling that produced the post came from. Plus it helps me remember where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.

Plus there have been times that I’ve gotten to know someone much better because I mentioned something on my blog that started us talking about other things we had in common.

Ok, so the title is a bit naive but here’s my point. What you read here is about as close to a running chain of thought as I can get while staying in full sentences.

About 90% of the stuff is pure brain dumping of the get it off you’re chest variety. This dumping is spurred on by my counseling sessions as well as by folks who happen along and check me if I’m out of line or give me a shout out if we’re on the same page.

While I’m honest here, it’s not the whole picture and I never mean it to be. Mostly I use this to every now and then look to see where I’ve come from on a certain thing and to see just how it’s playing out. At times, I’m wrestling with 30 years worth of stuff that I stuffed inside because I either didn’t want to deal with it or it was just too tough to admit. So as I’ve been dealing with it, the near lava-ish flow sometimes spills out here. But like lava, it cools, forms into a mass, becomes soild and things can grow on it. That’s my goal, not to nuke anyone but to get stuff out so that it can cool rather than leave it burn in my gut.

Need to get since I’ve got email to get to..