Security Blanket

Have you ever felt like your sense of security has vanished? That feeling where you can't write anything down because you're worried someone will find it and read what you're truly thinking. My sense of security has been compromised. It stinks. I question everything that's happened in recent days, becoming more paranoid than I've ever felt comfortable with.

So what happens when you can't write what you want... when you're worried that someone else will read your most private feelings. Your wishes and dreams that you haven't told anyone. Well, maybe someone. Just not everyone.

So what happens? Do you just keep it all inside? How will you ever grow as a person if you don't let it all out sometimes. If you're always looking at what bothered you yesterday how will you ever get to tomorrow?

Could you imagine living where free speech was frowned upon? Then again, even though we have "free speech" there are a great number of limitations on it. Look at how Don Imus got in trouble for saying "nappy headed ho's". Not a respectable thing to say, but it was how he felt. Shouldn't he be able to say how he feels? I guess maybe not on a radio.

What about Dave Chapelle? His skit that he did on the racist old man that was actually black (African American, whatever) was hilarious! The first time I saw that I was with Matt and we both could not quit laughing. I didn't think it was offensive, I thought it was funny! Yet everyone says that that skit put blacks back 100 years.

Who decides? Why is it so frowned upon to talk about sex, but you see it at least ten times a day on tv? How did our society get to be like this?