I was writing a post (actually, a reply to someone else, as is my custom) when I had the unavoidable need to visit the bathroom. After spending half an hour watching commercials waiting for a movie to resume, watching said movie for a while, getting bored by it, drinking orange juice and generally forgetting about what I was doing, I came back here.
I didn't even re-read the post. I just thought: “Does anybody really need to know my opinion on this (or anything else, for that matter)?” The answer was of course no.
It seems like I only write when I feel compelled to do it for some reason or other, and that compulsion passes quickly. I guess I'm a Taoist at heart.
@josemanuel This is a slippery slope, I tell you.
Before tweeting anything, for sometime, I used to ask myself "Am I adding any value to the conversation? Do people really need to know my opinion about XYZ?" And most of the time the answer would be No. So I would end up not tweeting it.
While it helps to clear the clutter a lot, one should also be free to express whatever one wants, even if that adds nothing, subjectively or objectively.
