The Lost World of Privacy

Working for a church is still fraught with all the drama of the corporate world … all the water-cooler whispering swells & swirls & travels through the walls. I’ll say it’s nothing like I pictured the job would be…I should have known from the churches I’ve joined before it’s kind of a hotbed. It’s a political organization just like so many others – just the intent is other – as the end result should also be. Just like a corporate body, it has a Gemini quality: one face out, one face in. A church is the most human of places.

I declared I would not do the FB page by pleading conscientious objector to the program. I told the minister I’m as likely to organize & promote a FB page as she is to celebrate High Mass. I will never understand this non-privacy trend (in my mother’s house it was known as “airing dirty laundry.”) But mirror/mirror: I’m writing this on a blog I’ve made public. I put my stuff out deliberately & after thought, hopeful of the idea sharing will help us all. So, I’m doing just what I’m railing on about. Mirrors are great engines of balance.

Loss of privacy can be loss of freedom. If ‘they’ declare hamburgers illegal – as they’ve declared chicken with genocidal poultry slaughters lately – they will make the law retroactive & come after you for every bun crust in the picture of your plate. Americans are so slow to wake up. And that’s my deal: I simmer a lot about this stuff & perhaps that is what is exhausting me. But I keep track: I remember: I write it down!

It strikes me funny too, how people decide you’re an ally with just an acknowledgement. An um-hm can beget another level of deeper personal objection about the topic (read ‘the descent into rant’ ) … Um, I”m only saying I see your point, not that I agree! But arguing the point is argument, yeh? No one does classical argument anymore – debate team style argument. It all goes off-topic, personal & into feelings way fast. They whip out a gun or a Ka-Bar & make short work of individuality. Whoever said “life is funny” needed to be more specific.

I do try to shut up about a lot – go to my inner room & admire the view. For some, power is that masturbatory pleasure where they revved on the punchline without realizing its punch. It’s all in the momentary delivery of the line, not the long-lasting effects of having said whatever. But somewhere, someone is writing it down, I godamguarantee it. My generation sucked it up while it’s more fashionable now to blow it out there for all. That’s Just Different. For me, at times it’s incomprehensible. And I like to complain as much as all – but am conscious of it & consciously bite back stuff. It’s a moral exercise & it isn’t easy! When stuff goes beyond its expiration date, someone needs to let the ones not noticing that know. At those times, I need to shut up, sit down, whistle Dixie, twiddle me thumbs … 

Basta! Enough! Please consider this commentary, not negativity. I sure do understand the appeal of living on a mountaintop & going commando under the robes. What’s the point? If I’m all this “spirit in a meatsuit” I must have had a reason to incarnate. I put my trust in I wanted to be human & go through/get through all this. It’s actually my definition of funny. I’m lining up with the one who said “one day at a time” a lot more cuz it all can get tiring & tiresome at the same time it exalts.

The point is sharing life. I write it up!