I am amazed at how forthcoming some individuals are about their lives. Sometimes, I think it is because they have lived perfect lives, with perfect parents and spouses. If so, I envy them.
After I had been writing a blog for a while, I realized that although I had lived a complicated life, I could never reveal many of my life experiences.
Some of my relatives are not perfect and never were, but it’s not my place to judge them or to write revelatory essays about them. Better you should think I came from a perfect background and everything went my way.
I don’t write about my imperfect life because I hate pity. Also, I stopped feeling like a victim years ago, and have been much happier since then.
The reasons for my secretiveness are many.
1/ Much of what I could tell involves another person. Thus I don’t own it. For example, I could write about my brother, but I must think of his children. The most I can tell you is that the last time he visited me, he got into an argument with my neighbor over agricultural subsidies in Nebraska.
2/ Long diatribes about events in the past are boring. I wrote about my parents when I began blogging but nothing I wrote bears repeating. My parents were my parents, and although I wish many things had been different, they weren’t. I don’t regret the past, but it made me crazy for much of my young adulthood.
3/ Negative stuff upsets my children. I don’t write about politics because my relatives are all over the place on politics. I think the myriad selection of political views has led me to become more tolerant. Besides, this time around, I promised my cousin Kenny we would never argue about politics again. Ditto my sister. And I am sorry I sent you the photo of the dog peeing on the Bush yard sign. I really think he is a great guy.
4/ Sometimes I write about religion, but not often. A few years back, I supported Wiccans when they petitioned the VA to allow pentagrams on tombstones (they won). Yes, there are Wiccan soldiers. I am tolerant of all religions as long as they don’t use their religion to harm others.
5/ Sometimes I write about environmental issues, but I don’t join forces with extremists of any persuasion, not even green extremists. I sent $$ to Greenpeace and the Sierra Club for years, and then dropped back to support the National Wildlife Federation and other middle-of-the-road environmental groups involved with education.
6/ Although I am an animal lover, I am not “nuts” on the subject. I hate dog-fighting and puppy mills, but am not into confiscating exotic pets bred here in the US, in order to stop their spread in the American outdoors (illegally imported animals are a different story).
I have participated in letter-writing on many occasions. Two come to mind:
a) When the Congresswoman from Guam introduced legislation that would block the exchange of ‘exotic’ snakes by snake collectors anywhere in the US; Yes, I know Guam has a brown snake problem.
b) When some misguided folks in the northeast tried to have legislation passed that would have made the ownership of certain kinds of parrots illegal. Fat chance that law could have been enforced anyway. The goal was to keep the birds out of the state (many states already ban this parrot), but there were already thousands of these parrots in the US, many in feral colonies.
Can you picture a sheriff standing at the state border, stopping illegal parrots? Or a sheriff rounding up a gang of parrots who had occupied a tree or telephone pole?
The point here is that I don’t get on a political-legal band-wagon very often, and would probably bore you if i wrote about it.
This post is long enough but I am stopping here because I have to take my illegal parrot to the vet. I could list many more reasons for not “revealing all” however.