After puzzling for years over the question, who has time to read all these rambling opinions, complaints, stories and journals - the endless stream of consciousness digitized?
Why am I blogging? Well, because I'm a writer, I guess. And along the twisting road of publishing on paper, I've become impatient or maybe curious about branching out. The freedom of writing without the editorial voice, ending that last sentence in a preposition, for example. Heck, I can sit down and type out every irritating and interesting and absurd event that pops up during the month.
What's the most irritating thing on my mind today? Air horns at high school graduations. I went to my nephew's high school graduation last night and had the inevitible idiot plasting his little horn because ...? Why? He can't articulate his excitement, clapping is too subtle for the 21st century, impossible to make it heard above the cacophony of reality TV, traffic, music plugged into our ears and cell phones ringing everywhere from the stall in the public restroom to the once tranquil bookstore?
So he blows his blasted horn in my ear, making my nerves twitch, my head ache and my ear go numb. And I want to punch him. Or at least confiscate his obnoxious toy.
I complain about this to my brother-in-law and my father and am hooted and teased into silence. "My liberal daughter wants to restrict someone's freedom of expression?!" Well, yes.
My ear still feels full of cotton balls the day after.
