The Incorrigible Night Owl

There is something to be said for the people whose blogs I read who say their families and real-life friends know nothing about said blog.
I have always operated under the theory that I didn’t have anything I wanted to write about that I didn’t want people — any people — reading.
Lately, though, there have been a few things that I have really wanted to let loose on. We’re talking insensible, ranting, Robert-Blake-talking-to-Barbara-Walters-type raving.
But don’t have the freedom to do so because the contingent which aroused my ire also has knowledge of and free access to this blog.
It’s not that I’m mad at specific people. There have just been some subjects near and dear to my heart that have come up and I have felt I needed to reign myself in a bit in discussing them. It would’ve been nice to have an outlet in which to say all the things I was thinking but kept to myself. But it definitely behooves me to keep my own counsel since I never know who might be reading.
Ah well, live and learn. I suppose I could always start another, non-publicized freak-out blog if I really feel the need to see stuff in print.