For a person who’s always talking to herself (in her head), it’s weird that when I sit down to write a blog post, I often find I have nothing to say. Or I do, but I can’t make up my mind to say it. Will you hate me if I say this or that? Am I lecturing you (as I’m wont to do)? Should I make a list instead? People like lists! Or should l try to tell you something you don’t know about, say, the menace of trolls to Icelandic tourism? (But then, you know so much more about that than I do. And anyway, I don’t like facts – they get in the way of a good story.)
So, well, here are some of the things that have crossed my mind this morning…and to hell with it.
Me Too. I get Me Too, I really do. And yet…anything which smells of, I dunno, getting onto a bandwagon, joining a movement, makes me instinctively recoil. Sure, let’s out the bigger bastards – and for the little ones, perhaps we could just all learn to say ‘Fuck off mate, in your dreams’? Which leads me to (me too?)…
Victim culture. Is it just me, or are we all much keener to join the ranks of ‘people who’ve been done wrong by’ nowadays? My theory – before the late 20th century, victims were generally blamed, sneered at and ignored. Now it’s a coveted state, in an era when we all want attention and sympathy. Is that a good thing (personally, I prefer to think of myself as ‘tough’)? Or am I just wrong?
Horses. Last night I declined to watch an undercover expose of the wretched rejects of the horse-racing industry being beaten and turned into dogfood. Are we all going to the races this year? Betting on the Cup? Not me. Let’s boycott the fuckers. Meanwhile, I’m investigating the possibility of adopting a ‘death row’ racehorse or two (the main issue for me is that I’m not sure I have enough cash to cover vet bills, which, for large animals, tend to be substantial).
Do you write? And if you do, do you ever wonder, is this really worth saying? I mean, sure, we can tell a good story – but are we actually giving our readers an insight into anything that matters? Are we helping them to deal with the inevitable human quest for meaning? To get over (or into) a love affair? To feel more empathy for the ‘other’ – different races, sexualities, species? Do you ever ask yourself, ok, I can wield a keyboard – but do I actually have anything important to say? Does it matter? Does it matter to you?
And what do you think of, when you’re thinking and wondering and turning it all over in that amazing organ of yours, the human brain?