I realized something today. Unless every person who visits leaves a comment (which I don’t expect to happen), then there’s no way I will ever know who all visits here. Since I can’t know, basically what I have to do is assume that everyone will read it. Notwithstanding that once I’ve had some input here, everyone will want to read every part of it…

I say this for two reasons (and actually I’ve already jumped the gun [and ok, probably the shark too] and you can guess it all).

First, if I assume that no one will read anything I say, then I am at liberty to say anything and everything I want. Offend everyone, bash this, bash that. Like I did when I ran my “blog” just for me on 127.0.0.1 … This has clear advantages for me. I get things off my chest, I feel like I’ve said something, I get to rail on people all I want to. But then… this isn’t localhost. This is the real interwebs.

The flip side is obvious. If everyone reads everything I say, then I will temper what I say, not because my beliefs change, but because my desire to defend those beliefs isn’t always very strong, and my desire to offend someone (about something non-life-changing) is even less strong (usually).

So, I suppose it’s the writer’s conflict. Or a writer’s conflict.

O the title. This whole scenario was discovered today because of some time spent avoiding work using the restroom. Through the wall from where I sat, I could hear some ladies discussing something. I thought, they don’t know I can hear them (and don’t suspect I was dropping any eaves: they were not speaking a language I understood). Then I thought, I don’t know who can hear me here in this cozy, smelly stall. I’m just a talking head. No not a Talking Head (they stopped in 1991). Furthering that though, what I write here may as well be me talking out loud in a toilet stall. I don’t know who can hear me through the walls. So I have to assume everyone can.

That’s all, really. I had some awesome way to tie in the words of Optimus Prime dramatically, but I totally forgot how it was. I didn’t forget the quote, though.

I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.

I guess what I write is here, and it is waiting.

I am accepting topics. I have never done this before, and I’m still trying to figure out what I want to say, to whom I’m speaking, how often to say it, and how public I want to be.

J