I’ve been avoiding this blog because there are other things I want to blog about that I didn’t think would fit here.
Now if that isn’t the silliest shit in the world I don’t know what is. I haven’t even articulated what this space is about.
Oh. Maybe I should do that.
It occurs to me that I’ve been meandering through that space since this blog’s inception. “What am I going to dooo with my life… I dunno… I have insecurities…”
Well. No more of that. In for a penny, in for a pound. I’m not sure what that means but I’m all in.
This blog has been about feeling trapped. Now it’s going to be about control. Taking it back from other forces, and what taking control can mean for you.
“I didn’t sign up for this”? End User Life Agreement is, as all 6 of you have duly figured out by now, a cute play on those things we read. The dreaded End User License Agreement. A slush of fine print gets thrust in your face, you, tired of waiting for the damn download and set-up of whatever-the-hell-it-is, wearily scroll through, click “I agree,” and product is automagically delivered. Proceed to forget all about whatever you just digitally “signed.”
That bothers me so much you wouldn’t believe it. How many rights have we signed away just doing that 15 or 20 times? (And you’ve done it many more. Promise.)
Life is like that, too. That’s the ethos behind the blog, if you will. (Now I’m imagining a VH1 Behind the Blog special. They don’t even do specials on music anymore, do they. Ah, well.) Either we can succumb to the continued press of corporate culture (powered by Government!) on our rights, privacy, and goodwill — or we can be aware of it. Steal it back. And steal the dream of Having A Life back, too. A life that’s not powered by the company you work for, limited to the coworkers you see every day. A Life of One’s Own.
With a life of one’s own, making a difference is suddenly a matter of my will rather than space or corporate will. And I’d put odds on something I control over corporate will, any day.
I’ve got some things in store. More meditations, political essays (oh yes, we’re going to go there,) and you’ll hear about my life — in case study form. Stay tuned and bookmark the hell out of me, because you’re not going to have to listen to any more waffling dren. The only dren you’re going to see on here is the kind I’m flinging at the walls. Which, of course, is a much better time for everyone wearing a face mask. So bring one.
Charlotte adds, *lick lick lick lick* “mrrrr-ow!” Isn’t that productive!
Catch me on the Twatter. I’m @shellbelle, because I actually registered in, like, 2007. We can twat… together.