Self Censorship is Dragging Me Down
Lately, I’ve been plagued with a serious case of self censorship. I’ve never really been a huge fan of censorship, although I do try and behave myself when in certain company. Cursing like a sailor in front of a bunch of five year olds is never really a good idea and just makes the world an uglier place. But I’m not referring to the occasional f-bomb or talk about naked people you might find on a blog that is dedicated to my brain. Instead, I’m dealing with an even more frustrating kind of self censorship – a fear of the audience.
As a blogger, I want to put out into the internet the kinds of things that interest me, the sort of daily thoughts I have that make me who I am. Instead, I find myself scrapping ideas and crossing out mental notes for the sake of pleasing the people of the interwebs. I don’t want to write a dud, nor do I want to write a sleeper…so here I sit trying to out think and out plan all of you…to the point of empty pages and posts never written.
Why am I doing that? Why do I care? It’s not as if this page has an audience of millions who pay my bills through various ads, affiliate links, and product endorsements. So why do I find myself with a nasty case of self censorship? It’s a little more than frustrating when you find that the one thing you meant as an outlet for the thoughts swirling in your brain, instead becomes a project in self censorship.
One of the other issues driving this self censorship is people’s reactions. Not in the way you might think. I’m not worried if there’s a few gasps of disbelief while reading my blog or even if I accidentally reveal something a little too personal and private – that sort of stuff doesn’t bug me all that much and if I’m to be honest, I expect that to happen. Instead, I find myself self censoring because I fear the reaction of people who read a particular post and go all Mark Chapman on me and think I wrote it about them. Sure, someone may inspire a thought that later leads to a post, but in reality I’m not writing this blog for anyone other than me, although I do appreciate your company. I just want to get the voices out of my head (calm down, I’m not referring to actual voices). Perhaps this will become a time capsule for my family as I lay on my death bed or maybe I’ll write the next literary classic here, but really it’s all about the here and now and I need to cut the ties of self censorship and move on with this project. So, let’s try and clear our minds and see where they take us, shall we?
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