Rou

I rant to relieve stress. I rant to voice concerns. I rant because it’s cathartic. I rant because sometimes I feel like screaming in frustration. I rant because the world deserves to be ranted about.

However, I can honestly say that tonight I experienced an oddity while I wrote my rant.

I suddenly felt that my rant might not be fit for publication. Not that it was flawed or incoherent. But that my readers might react sharply to it. Some would probably disagree dramatically. Others would only disagree a little. In all likelihood, everyone would feel as if some portion of it targeted their viewpoint a little.

About halfway through my fourth or fifth revision of my rant, where I was yet again attempting to remove some of the more dramatic areas of disagreement, I decided that it’s not worth it. It's current form probably won't set off the disagreements the orginal would have, but I don't want to water it down. A watered down version doesn't relieve my urge to scream at the sky.

I don’t feel like fighting to defend my point of view. I don’t feel like offending the readers and dealing with their complaints. And I don’t feel like watering down my rants to avoid either of them. So it sits quietly as a draft.

Somewhat to my annoyance, but probably for the best. Maybe typing my diatribe, just for myself, is enough. I suppose it will have to be.