Flying through cyberspace in the SS. Anonymity
Battling self-censorship
from
JoeUser Forums
What to do when the job of your dreams all of a sudden becomes quite dull and boring?
And so, she turned to her blog - but as she did, out of the corner of her eye she spied a colleague. Damn, she thought, no time to subtley click this window away. Damn and shit and blast and wank. She turned her head to see her peer next to her, leaning over the fax machine. And of course, it wasn't just any blog, oh no. It had to be a 'my job is dull and boring blog' - please don't let her be able to read my screen, please, please, please. (damn my metal body, I just wasn't fast enough).
Panic over. She's gone and I've figured fu*k it.
I should regard this as a lesson and get on with some work, but I'll be buggered if I'm in the mood for that.
Speaking of buggered up moods - I'm driving down south after work, a six hour journey with a shite destination (a city I hate and my boyfriends parents) ugh. I like his mother, but his dad sems to always talk about things which I hold dear to my heart - except that he almost always has the opposite opinion to me on all these things and boy does he love to argue (personally, I find disagreeing with your boyfreinds dad really shitty) added to which he's always trying to mindmelt my bf. There's always some guilt trip he can lay, some new way his son's life is making him ill with stress and worry blah de blah blah. I guess he's just a bit of a know-it-all.
And as for the destination, well I lived for several years in a town just outside of the city that we're travelling to tonight - and I left the region nearly two years ago with a bad taste in my mouth. The placed really fucked me up (am I allowed to swear on JU?). I'd tell you were this place was - but I love the safety of anonymity too much. I feel much more free to write and to express myself knowing that no-one has a buggering clue who I am or where I come from etc etc.
I find myself, in day to day life, censoring myself. I used to be much more aware of the process, but now it seems to happen naturally, subconsciously even. I don't know if this means that I'm a better person for it, or if I've just 'dumbed myself down'.
I've always watched what I've said out loud, or written or drawn - we all have. But even in my diaries I was careful. How ironic that a world wide web which the whole world has access to offers me more anonymity than my own diary stashed away beneath my writing desk!
I can't remember too well, but in my fuzzy head I recall some conversation in Naked Lunch about censoring not just your words on the page, but the thoughts as they form in your own head. I think I became so guilty of that, that I was punished by having my whole awareness of the process taken away from me. Like I said, I seem to do it naturally now - or maybe I don't. Maybe I'm just more superficial than I used to be, more sheep like - maybe I conform better than I did before. God, how depressing - I'm ready for my sheep dog and white picket fence (not to mention the slippers).
BrokenBeauty's articles have been interesting me, because of his honesty - he mixes the topics of sucking cock and worshipping god in the same sentence and I wish I had the courage to do that. I used to say crazy shit to my friends - but only really about sex which I've always found insanely easy to talk about. But if you asked me my opinion about class systems, racial tensions, global inequality, teenage pregnancy, religion and war, peadophile priests etc - then that's when the filter crashes down and locks into place over my mind and Ms. Diplomacy steps to the fore with one arm bent behind her with shield in hand to deflect my wild and crazy thoughts, gut reactions and personal experiences all riccocheting off the metal and back into my head - whilst out front, leading with the shining sword in her clenched fist she swipes and parries with understanding and false empathy and zen calm.
And after all that, I have left myself with fuck all to write. How do I proceed from here? I am truly excited about this blog, I can't wait to see how it develops and where it takes me. And it's fascinating searching through other peoples articles and the differing opinions, ranges of expression and reasons for blogging. But the best thing of all, is getting a response to something you've written - making a connection. Especially, if you laid yourself bare in a way you feel unable to do in the world outside of cyberspace.
And so, she turned to her blog - but as she did, out of the corner of her eye she spied a colleague. Damn, she thought, no time to subtley click this window away. Damn and shit and blast and wank. She turned her head to see her peer next to her, leaning over the fax machine. And of course, it wasn't just any blog, oh no. It had to be a 'my job is dull and boring blog' - please don't let her be able to read my screen, please, please, please. (damn my metal body, I just wasn't fast enough).
Panic over. She's gone and I've figured fu*k it.
I should regard this as a lesson and get on with some work, but I'll be buggered if I'm in the mood for that.
Speaking of buggered up moods - I'm driving down south after work, a six hour journey with a shite destination (a city I hate and my boyfriends parents) ugh. I like his mother, but his dad sems to always talk about things which I hold dear to my heart - except that he almost always has the opposite opinion to me on all these things and boy does he love to argue (personally, I find disagreeing with your boyfreinds dad really shitty) added to which he's always trying to mindmelt my bf. There's always some guilt trip he can lay, some new way his son's life is making him ill with stress and worry blah de blah blah. I guess he's just a bit of a know-it-all.
And as for the destination, well I lived for several years in a town just outside of the city that we're travelling to tonight - and I left the region nearly two years ago with a bad taste in my mouth. The placed really fucked me up (am I allowed to swear on JU?). I'd tell you were this place was - but I love the safety of anonymity too much. I feel much more free to write and to express myself knowing that no-one has a buggering clue who I am or where I come from etc etc.
I find myself, in day to day life, censoring myself. I used to be much more aware of the process, but now it seems to happen naturally, subconsciously even. I don't know if this means that I'm a better person for it, or if I've just 'dumbed myself down'.
I've always watched what I've said out loud, or written or drawn - we all have. But even in my diaries I was careful. How ironic that a world wide web which the whole world has access to offers me more anonymity than my own diary stashed away beneath my writing desk!
I can't remember too well, but in my fuzzy head I recall some conversation in Naked Lunch about censoring not just your words on the page, but the thoughts as they form in your own head. I think I became so guilty of that, that I was punished by having my whole awareness of the process taken away from me. Like I said, I seem to do it naturally now - or maybe I don't. Maybe I'm just more superficial than I used to be, more sheep like - maybe I conform better than I did before. God, how depressing - I'm ready for my sheep dog and white picket fence (not to mention the slippers).
BrokenBeauty's articles have been interesting me, because of his honesty - he mixes the topics of sucking cock and worshipping god in the same sentence and I wish I had the courage to do that. I used to say crazy shit to my friends - but only really about sex which I've always found insanely easy to talk about. But if you asked me my opinion about class systems, racial tensions, global inequality, teenage pregnancy, religion and war, peadophile priests etc - then that's when the filter crashes down and locks into place over my mind and Ms. Diplomacy steps to the fore with one arm bent behind her with shield in hand to deflect my wild and crazy thoughts, gut reactions and personal experiences all riccocheting off the metal and back into my head - whilst out front, leading with the shining sword in her clenched fist she swipes and parries with understanding and false empathy and zen calm.
And after all that, I have left myself with fuck all to write. How do I proceed from here? I am truly excited about this blog, I can't wait to see how it develops and where it takes me. And it's fascinating searching through other peoples articles and the differing opinions, ranges of expression and reasons for blogging. But the best thing of all, is getting a response to something you've written - making a connection. Especially, if you laid yourself bare in a way you feel unable to do in the world outside of cyberspace.
