Out of Context
After a long hiatus, I am ready to blog here again. I want to address context. By context, I mean, I might not be talking about you. Or maybe I am. The choice is yours really.
A blogger mentioned in a post a while back that whomever she wrote of knew who they were. I’m glad it’s all out there and clear for her on her blog. Me, here, not so much. On this blog, repeatedly, and by more than one person assumptions have been made that I am talking about someone when actually, I wasn’t. This has been both positive and negative. And it is often the same people doing the assuming. Which tells me something about that reader – that they presume others are thinking, talking, writing about them. Yeah, sure, people aren’t always wrong. But they aren’t always right either.
I sometimes think people might be writing about me… but they also might have three friends with four year olds who drive economy cars. I asked my BIL if the dog formerly known as ours got run over due to a dead-dog post made by him or his wife (don’t remember who). When he said no, obviously, I believed him. It was a pretty simple transfer of information.
Also, what is an insult? IMHO, if child L, pushes my child down on the playground, makes bodily sounds at lunch on purpose, and sasses his mother, and all of these things are true; and I mention it. Then those things are facts. Are facts insulting? If I don’t mention it, that’s omission. And if I don’t mention it, but state that L is a brat, then that is insulting. That’s just my definition.
Perhaps it is my inner journalist speaking. I am allowed to state facts.
There. I’ve said it.
–Frog
Oh, dear. Drama above.
I’m glad you’re back here. Your sewing is interesting, but you stories are moreso. I have no idea how I would tolerate bratty children. I think I just won’t have any.
Liz A’s last blog post..Not too bad overall.