Censoring myself and my blog

Several weeks ago, I read from one of the national dailies that writing anonymously is a form of cowardice. I told myself I am not a total coward. If someone is really, really interested, I could be found.

Of course, it would take a lot of effort compared to having my name simply plastered on my profile. But I have reasons to be partly anonymous. Social Anxiety Disorder? Somewhat. But the most is the fear of friendship or any relationship that may develop from my blogging. Totally illogical I know.

Despite all that, I hope I am not as irresponsible.

And as you can see, there are no negative comments on my blog. I publish only the positive. (There are barely any comments to my blog to publish.) They’re as anonymous as my blog. So you may say what are they worth in the end? They don’t try to take people down. On the contrary, they try to prop up someone anonymous.

I am grateful.

Censoring myself

I've been composing about certain topics these last two weeks but did not post them in the end because once again training and inclination forbid me to.

I've been trained by my parents and paternal grandparents to step back and observe before making any comments or decisions about things. And if silence is better for everyone involved then silence should be the proper option. Inclination to be cool and sometimes even cold about things on the other hand is something from my maternal side.

So there it is, after I wrote about something I just keep it to myself for fear (?) of offending more people than I already offend in the normal course of day. Life as it is is already very difficult without me satirizing people in a very public blog. I know I have very few reader, but who knows who might stumble into this blog one of these days.

What does not kill me... etc.