I’ve not been blogging in spite of saying this more than a month ago:
Shouldn’t keep myself from blogging about something other than the news because the news is so crushing.
— Irina (@irinarempt) November 12,
I didn’t want to blog about the news, obviously. Many other people do that already, most people who do it are more competent and knowledgeable than me (at least on those subjects), I didn’t feel called. And though this is very much not a political or activist blog, and I don’t personally feel it’s callous to write about things that completely ignore world affairs, I was afraid that other people would call me out on it.
Not that anyone reads my blog. (Except you, small handful of faithful readers. You know who you are. I love each and every one of you.) That’s probably why I’ve never personally experienced the harassment and threats that are the lot of women on the internet who dare speak their mind.
I’m trying very hard not to feel guilty because I ignore world affairs. In fact I don’t actually ignore them; I know they exist but I try not to let them grind me down. And it almost happened: I’ve not been blogging, though there have been several things (choir! food! books! exhibition! roleplaying! friends! instances of competence!) that I might have blogged about, and probably would have without this cloud of guilt/obligation/whatever hanging over my head.
I spent most of the second week of November in Brussels, and that would have meant a blog post if world affairs hadn’t spoilt it. Not Brussels itself or our enjoyment of it, but the appropriateness of shouting to the world about it when the world was so noisy that it wouldn’t have been heard.
A wise person — I don’t recall which one, or whether it was in person or in writing — once taught me that the only feasible way to make the world better is to make that tiny part of the world that you can actually affect as good as you can. I’ll go back to doing that instead of fretting that I don’t have a longer reach.