Growth

I just wrote one of the longest blogs I've ever written. It started with pointed criticism of myself, my choice of words, and an ill-advised topic, while not recognizing my environment. I then went on to speak about the problem of toxic masculinity, the history of it, why it is so relevant and pervasive today, and the choice of the words to describe it. I then went into words in general, their overuse, misuse, and the fact that those who use them to describe others or situations are usually the ones who should be looking at themselves first. I then read it, edited, read it again, something I don't normally do, then posted it. Before sharing it with social media, I had a change of heart and deleted it. It was an act of self-preservation. Something I am not at all very good at. I tend to do what is right or just, but in this situation, I looked at what I had to gain, other than to vent, and what I could lose. When you have little, losing a lot tends to weigh heavily. Maybe this is the start to something or maybe it's the end to this platform. We'll see. It's been a tumultuous time inside my head as of late. A week of solitude in new surroundings has made it more stressful, not less, but I also know that it is all connected. Before this cryptic shite turns into a sob story, I will end it. Feel free to ask privately, should you care, but I'll leave it at this. The title of the blog was to be Words Matter and the overall gist was that many who use words to describe the problems with others or their environment are quite often the ones who need to change the most to get the culture they desire.