Recently my wife and sisters-in-law encouraged both my mother and my mother-in-law to each join the Facebook community. Well, obviously I could not "ignore" the request from the woman who gave life to me, and therefore I have my Mom as one of my FB friends. (it was unanimously decided between myself, my spouse, and my father-in-law that, for the sake of all that was Holy and good in the Universe, my mother-in-law not be able to read my postings) I was disturbed then when recently I inquired as to whether my dearest Mom followed my humorous postings, only to discover that she did indeed "read my rants."
So, I started thinking that I did spend an good bit of my verbiage to complain about politics and the stupidity that I would read. Perhaps I had become too attached to the ability to vent publicly? With this new insight in hand, I decided I had my Lenten vow.
Well, now I find myself frustrated!!!
I never realized how liberating it was to stand on the "virtual steps" of the "online" version of the Roman Forum and scream my opinions to all that would listen. Hell, I even enjoyed a bit of "stir the pot" just to get people involved and commenting to my posts. I was having fun seeing all of the interest that my words and opinions (however liberal, conservative, or just plain perverse) could generate.
I find myself voluntarily muzzled for the last 48 hours.
I have several times concocted poignant points, only to remember that, damn, I have to keep them to myself!?!?!
So, I will seek to persevere in this continuing sacrificial endeavor for the remaining days and nights.
Really, this may have been the hardest Lenten sacrifice?
Dumbass, I should've just stuck with giving up chocolate (again)!!!
If it's gets too stressful, you can always post *irrelevant* rants about political issues. But it won't be as fun.
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