According to Professor Babby, sentences like “They gave the prize to my wife and myself” (rather than “to me”) are becoming more normative, and that the reflexive pronoun is being reanalyzed as the dative.

Which is nice and whatever, like how genders and most of the cases disappeared from English.

Am I the only person who thinks “They fed himself and his dog” confusing?

What if I’m the only person who is really oppressing myself?

Screw the fear crap. I don’t care. I have reliable people on my side. And I deserve it.

Also, most things are complicated.

You know what, this is stupid. Now that I’ve decided that I actually want to say what I think, I can’t because I’m terrified of being judged by narrow-minded people who might think that what I think isn’t kosher enough, and therefore I’m not kosher enough, etc. And hey, it’s all online, so it’s not so hard to prove I said a certain anything. I never thought I would be one of those people — and, in my mind, I don’t distinguish between categories, or reasons — who feel silenced by other people.

Maybe I should write this as a disclaimer: I don’t know anything, so you can’t blame me for willfully doing anything that you think is wrong.

Except, I don’t think I don’t know anything. I don’t think I know everything, but I also don’t think I should feel like I must say that I don’t know anything. I can’t believe I can’t even bring myself to say what it is that I’m talking about. But, if I can’t say anything, then I might as well not exist in the metaphysical sense of things. I think, as human beings, our words and actions are our essence. And moreover, I do live by personal principles, ones that are not religious in nature or in origin (as far as I know), and which operate on their own sphere. And I don’t think that’s heretical, and I don’t think it’s particularly relativist, and even if it were, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

EDIT: So now, whoever wants to can think that, clearly, the only reason I’m hiding anything is that I have something to hide, which I don’t. *rolls eyes* I don’t even know why I care so much what people think. I just (and rightly so, I think) happen to fear the power of ill-informed people in large groups. Which South Park has made a point to teach us.

I used to write more. Creative stuff, not expository stuff.

I used to pour my heart out in writing. Not that people saw it. Most of the time.

I don’t know how I feel about posting these things on Facebook — I think it’s too public. But at the same time, I think there are things the public could learn, and benefit from knowing.

There are also things that would be dangerous, I think, to share. Everyone judges. Even those who don’t judge, judge those who do.

Writing is lonely, it is introspective, and I have people to talk to. So why write?

Writing is powerful, and it opens the floodgates. So why risk it?

For its own sake? For mine? For yours?