Monday, 24 February 2014

Tough one

Obviously this isn't Friday. Less obviously this isn't the blog post I had planned. The current idea is that the post I'd intended for this Friday past I'll put up this Friday coming. I'm kinda excited (in a morbid fashion) about getting to writing that post because it, unintentionally, actually contains the reason I didn't end up writing/posting it. I'd say more, but then I'd be making that post now instead of the post I'm actually going to make. I hope that wasn't too confusing to follow; it all made sense inside my head...

A friend shared the above picture on FB last night and after dithering as to whether I should comment or not I posted the following:

No argument here. But the question that keeps coming back to my mind is: "Is it okay to force those who do not follow Christ to abide by His creed?" ('cos that's kinda what we're doing, using our country's laws to forbid a certain activity on the basis of it not being in line with the Bible [yes some other, secular, reasons are often given too, but let's be honest-- the scriptural argument is the big motivator])
The question doesn't keep coming back because I don't know the answer (1 Corinthians 5:9-12 is pretty clear on whether we should hold non-Christians to a Christian standard); instead it's because every time I get asked to pick a side "Well, are you for or against same-sex marriage? Come on! Choose!" I am forced to revisit the issue and wonder how I can explain my strong opposition to the idea/practice of same-sex marriage while also explaining that I am equally strongly opposed to requiring (by law, no less) that non-believers toe the line as set out by the Word.
There is a great tendency to become polarised to one end of the spectrum or the other. I don't really want to cop-out and say "I abstain", but that just brings m back to the choice: "Yes, or No?". It's tough. Maybe I'll just be in Antarctica and out of contact when the time comes. :L

On reflection I realise I've actually held this kind of view for quite a long time, but rarely articulated it. Whether it's because of the pro-gay lobby (don't know which is worse tbh, getting bashed/flamed, or being given pitying looks that seem to say "Poor guy, being so brainwashed. It must be a hard way to live hating the idea of other people, who never did him any harm, being happy. How could anyone get to be so hate-filled and backwards? etc. etc." or because of the Christian lobby side of things (the choices for censure being: reproved for 'backsliding', getting bashed/flamed even harder by the ultra liberals [for 'not being loving' >_>], or a host of other reactions that all boil down to the phrase "Christianity; you're doing it wrong") either way I've censored myself.

That's about as far as my thought processes have gone, that I've unknowingly put myself on mute, and tbh I don't know if there's much more I can wring out of that realisation; but if nothing else, I guess this post here marks for the record where I stand: No I don't agree with one side, no I don't agree with the other side, yes I guess they'll probably both try to stone me now.

Typical, really.

Try to put your best foot forward only to find there's an anti-tank mine 6cm below...


Friday, 14 February 2014

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Blogs posts are scary.

Or rather, writing them is. Because however well you write them; however funny, smart, interesting, or informative they may be; they're never a nice neat end in/of themselves. You always have to write more. A follow up post. And then another. And another. And suddenly the prospect of writing a single, brief piece seems utterly insurmountable.

It's not that I fear running out of material. Most days something will cross my brain that makes me think "Ah, now that would make an interesting blog article" and sometimes I spend the rest of the afternoon composing the post in my head. Only never to post it. So clearly there's something else at stake.

It could be the depression. I can see how having a complete lack of motivation or desire to engage with anything or anyone might get in the road of entering into that intimate & painful exercise known as 'writing'. But then I'm not always depressed; so if it were merely Winston's black dog one would expect to find at least a smattering of posts leaking through on my good days... Only one doesn't find them. So clearly not the depression.

Maybe I'm just not comfortable with exposing my inner processes to the rest of the world and any attempt to write buckles under the stress of constructing textual facades that are acceptable to the world (and hence won't attract unwanted ire) while also being close enough to what's actually going on below the surface that I can avoid feeling duplicitous. But then I never really did care what other people thought about how I do things; not the things that really matter anyway. I might fret and worry over whether people think I'm a messy housekeeper (I am), but politics? Faith? Education? Ethics? Dark brown yeasty spreads? I have strong, articulate views (Vegemite, for example, is amazing) and I'm pretty much ready at any time to tell you why I'm right (or at least, not completely wrong). The only real concern I might have is whether people understand my position as well as they think they do. >_> So clearly, once again, the problem must lie elsewhere.

In the end I suspect it's not any one thing that makes continued posting difficult but instead the interplay between a number of factors that leads to post paralysis and a distinct lack of active blog. Oh, that and procrastination.

Me and procrastination is enough of a topic that it probably deserves a post (or several) of its own some time (particularly some thoughts I've had recently about a possible causal link between work/study habits in adults and playstyles in children) but, you know, another topic for another day. Anyway, reading about procrastination in two excellent blog posts by Tim Urban on the Wait But Why blog has lead to both a conviction that chronic procrastination is a problem for me and the (crackpot) idea that by committing to posting a new thingy every Friday (which is what I'm actually doing, in case you were wondering) I can start to train myself to actively not procrastinate (it makes decent sense in theory but the execution still feels, even as I type this, like I've just volunteered to have a wisdom tooth pulled every week for the foreseeable future (and shhh, I know I only have four, just stop over-analysing it and go with the metaphor/simile/thingy-thing)).

So, um, yes. I think that's enough of a post for this week. Ha. I'm done now. So how do I turn this thing off again?..