Perspective...

I realized today that every article I write will only ever be one sided. I can only hold one opinion about a subject at one time and my blog is therefore always going to be very one-sided. The obvious solution is to find another writer and allow that person to publish their work on my blog.

The only problem with that solution however is that I’m a complete attention whore and should someone else get credit for something I started, it could lead to a murder investigation. Or, better yet, a massacre.

The problem is that when I ranted about one of the many imperfections that men were blessed with I forgot to mention the fact that men actually have to make the move. This seriously upset some of my more “disadvantaged” readers. So this is my official apology to all my male readers. I’m sorry that I may have offended you guys, because actually you guys have serious guts.

I cannot imagine how terrifying it must be to be so completely insecure about how the other person feels about you and still have the guts to walk up to that person and make “the move.”

All jokes aside, you guys are really brave, and we do really appreciate it.

After reading this article, my ex-school priest suggested that I make the move myself. The fact that he read my blog terrified me as not all of it is very… ummmmm… innocent - embarrassing to say the least. The second bit was that he actually suggested that I make “the move.” ME?? All by myself? How do I even do that?

So I have decided that bathing my wounds in self-pity is far better than searching my soul for some form of courage in order to make the first move. So I will willingly crawl back under my rock and stop fighting… For now anyway!

The point is however that I need to stop writing before I see both sides of the story, because absolutely everything in life has two sides.

The news we hear about our filthy politicians, the stories we hear from our friends and families and most importantly the things our teachers and lecturers tell us – it all has two sides and the truth lies somewhere in the middle, between the two sides…

…Which brings me to perspective.

The way we each perceive our world differs from person to person. We can all see the exact same saga unfold and yet when asked for an account of what happened we will each have a different story. The main points will remain the same, but the little details will be distorted beyond repair, which is great for broken telephone but not so much for real life.

Or for blogging.

So I’m stuck in a pretty bleak situation, with no way out. And I can’t apologize every time I write something, but at the same time I don’t want to lose my awesome readers because you guys feed my need for attention. So this is my official apology! Forever!