Jumping All Around

I wrote a post back in March about being scared of having ugly children. I posted it for all of fifteen minutes and then took it down. I quickly wrote a replacement post, and that was that. Some people who signed up for my mailing list even saw it was there. I’m not sure if anyone read it. I didn’t post it on my Instagram story, which is where most of my viewership comes from. When I had my mom read it over before it was posted, she said it might be a little insensitive toward ugly people. I still have all the same feelings I wrote about in that post. I still have it drafted just in case I desperately need content and stop caring about my posts as much. The decision to not leave it up came pretty easily. My mom was right—it was a little insensitive. I was really just saying I want cute kids, not ugly ones. I feel like that’s a fair thing to want. I read over my deleted post earlier today. I think I worded things poorly and didn’t get my point across as well as I wanted. It was supposed to be lighthearted and funny, but it came across harsher than I remember. This got me thinking—how many of my posts that actually made it to being published are a little harsher than I meant them to be? A lot of my posts are rooted in humor and aren’t meant to be taken totally seriously. I love over-exaggerating because it makes the story more enjoyable. I’m not going to read everything I’ve posted, but I think this realization came a little late. Is it terribly wrong to exaggerate? Is it terrible to be a little insensitive toward ugly people in a joking way? I guess that’s up to personal opinion. I’m trying to keep everything on this page pretty positive, though. A few of my friends and my boss have started writing blogs recently, and their styles are very different from mine. I consider mine to be a flow of consciousness on whatever I’m thinking about. The other blogs are better written and tell a much better story. Should I start doing storytimes? Do I have good enough stories to tell? I’ve written about everything exciting that’s happened in my life over the last year. Nobody wants to read a post about my preteen and teenage experiences. Maybe I have to live a little more before I start writing storytimes. But then those stories would be about times like right now, and I’m already writing about them as they come. This is quite the dilemma. One of my friends is writing their blog for a class, just like how this one started. They write about fashion-related things. Maybe I should pick a theme and write information or review posts? I don’t know if I have anything interesting to review about the fashion world. I don’t care about trends, and nobody needs to hear about classic fashion anymore. I think if I started with any of these ideas, it would be easier to write three times a week. I’d have a theme and more structure. But I don’t like structure. I love how this jumps around all the time. Anyway, happy Monday! I have to run to class now!