Saturday, August 18, 2007

Ewwwwwwww.....too morbid!

You know, today was not the first, nor will it be the last time that I hear or read the title of this post. Sometimes I wonder why people choose to live in a fantasy world. If we don't discuss it or even think about it, well maybe, just maybe it will shrink off into nowhere and never happen or be heard of again. Well people, that ain't the way it works! Today was the first time that I actually bothered to check the definition of the word "morbid" because I thought for a slight second, maybe I am morbid. But no, uh uh, if talking about life, frustration, caring, fear and emotion is morbid, if talking about attempting to heal the heart is morbid, if talking about a mothers love is morbid, if talking about fairness, humanity and the soul is morbid...well...then I must admit I'm morbid.

What are people really interested in? Posts about how to draw traffic to their blog so that someone may click on an ad and put a penny in their pocket? Are they looking to read about how much trouble I had sleeping last night because I had to change my babies diapers every hour on the hour? Are they looking to come to my site where they can read every Internet joke that they've already received in their mail or are they perhaps looking for the best recipe in which to barbecue a damned shrimp? This is what I meant when I wrote my last post about "tags", all you have to do is discuss something that the masses find different and WHAM!!! - the label is yours. I make no bones about it, (no pun intended), sure I write about death and mention cremation and pain and suffering and heartbreak but this too is a part of life whether you like it or not. As far as I'm concerned there's nothing morbid about life.

So in the future I might as well try to shield everyone from these disgusting, morbid posts that I write and in fairness to all will place a warning "morbid" label on all of them. Hopefully, this will keep the most tenderhearted souls from running across a blog that sickens them; after all, I certainly don't want vomit on my pages.

I feel better now.

4 comments:

paisley said...

i have problems with the whole tag thing,,, i dont like anything categorized,, people music, books,

if you can write,, and make me interested in the way you talk about something,, i don't care what category it falls into...

and if what you write is too morbid for some.. please have the common decency not to send them over to me.....

The Angry Barcode said...

I suppose that a funeral director could be viewed as an ambassador to the land of the unpleasant unknown.

Just as the scientist can be a thorn in the creationist side, or the esoteric master to the scientist. It seems like we all have diplomats of foreign thought that challenge the comfortable footing that we struggle to defend. This notion that somehow we have things neatly packaged and figured out.

Few like to consider in reality, we are like a primitive pygmy tribe poking the mammoth of enlightenment with crude spears of subjective reasoning.

I believe it's a natural reaction to the things we fear. If they can label and ostracize and file you away, then perhaps the inevitable exportation of there life into the hands of the unseen can be delayed.

It's unfortunate that you have to experience the backlash.

Me said...

Hahaha warning "morbid" label...If they're so tenderhearted, they probably should stop reading after "deathsweeping".

jOolian said...

You keep it a rawwwwk'n DS...!!!
It's perfectly sensed that most i've seen and read here is 'of Life' and it is indeed morbid. Death, which part of life is finally one's complete and utter final peace ... and so what, ya got worms and other insectae muching and squirming all outta places. But, yer at final Peace.

You keep doin' yer thang!!!, people can turn the channel, if they so choose....