I don't vote for most democrats(though I've voted for some), & I don't want to (nor can I) see the light that leads to Christianity. I have plenty of concocted conceits myself, but I try not to pass them off as The Word. I'm more likely to consider your opinion if it isn't on an altar.
I consider it outrageous camp when some bloggers pretend they should be sought-after experts on important issues of the day. I initially give a few points for not trying to make me feel superficially comfortable, but we wind up in the minus column again when the blogger implies(& I recognize not all do~I'm writing about the ones who do) that the reader suffers from some form of profound incomprehension if he/she doesn't agree with every freakin' thing the writer puts forth.
If I want that sort of discourse, I'll trek to a mountaintop(or, more likely, the Chateau Marmont) to consult with the latest self-aggrandizing celebrity guru, not bust open my Google Reader.
You might not care about holding my attention, but if you do, no social worker tone. Please don't turn your observations into reprimands. Don't preach to me, transport me into other lives. Acknowledge a loss that is still present as an empty hole or show me an aura of a transformative sacrifice. Pull me in with the allure of the good & bad & in-between choices that you've made. Don't expound on your absolutes, sidle up to me & whisper your contradictions. Reckon with an ugly truth. Crack out of the flow to which you are accustomed.
What pushes you past control & controlling?
Wednesday evening I had a disagreement with a client I was helping on the food pantry line. Suddenly her voice went from very angry to choked with hurt. I gave in. I gave in because I was sure that I was so right. And at that moment so right was the very worst thing to be.