You can’t just say something…

Does anyone besides me miss the good old days when we used to just be able to say something and not be required to explain it or defend it ?

Does anybody besides me miss the simplicity of being able to express a thought or opinion without it requiring you to extrapolate and then tell people your intent behind your words ?

I’ve witnessed the trajectory of this stupidity and can trace its origins to both Facebook and millennials.  The combination of these two ingredients have created a culture where you cannot speak off-the-cuff or informally.

Everything is a debate, everything is a fight.  The most simple phrase can spark a full-blown argument where people are analyzing your words, taking one phrase in a paragraph completely out of context and then you’re being grilled about it like the fucking inquisition.

I really do miss just being able to express a basic idea and leaving it at that.  It’s exhausting -the way I’ve trained myself to communicate on social media.  I have to preface everything I want to say first by thinking through all the possibilities of what could go wrong, which aspects will be misunderstood  and be preemptive.

It has literally ruined speech and dialogue.  I just want to be able to give the unedited version.  It’s all become a waste of time and a total drain. Can we please bring back fun?

I’m trying to envision people reading poetry or a classroom being asked to read a poem and discuss it in class.  I don’t think this would be possible today.





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I am a Judaic Studies academic who loves all facets of Jewry. I am at my core and artistic being, as I am a classically trained pianist and composer. I love aesthetics and my dog. I am a misanthrope, but try to be kind to everyone.
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One Response to You can’t just say something…

  1. Steve Blowers says:

    Just for you. No comment necessary. The first few lines of “Childhood” by John Clare
    “”O dear to us ever the scenes of our childhood
    The green spots we played in the school where we met
    The heavy old desk where we thought of the wild-wood
    Where we pored o’er the sums which the master had set
    I loved the old church-school, both inside and outside
    I loved the dear Ash trees and sycamore too
    The graves where the Buttercups burning gold outvied
    And the spire where pelitory dangled and grew.”

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