(Yes. I'm sure you're aware that I'm putting off my final Burn update! I have a surpriiiiiiise :)
So. Responsibility. Ouch. It's a tough term to handle, and not just because it's confusing for my fingers to be typing so many i's alternating with so many consonants so nearby on the keyboard.
From taking out the trash to driving a two-ton piece of metal on the freeway, from raising children to managing one's own finances. Eek. Responsibility is a totally necessary, but also totally terrifying part of life! Terrifying because...? Maybe because responsibility is accompanied by accountability?
AH! Accountabili-what?
Okay slowing down. BLAH. So say something is entrusted to you, and it's up to YOU to complete the thing with reasonable success. But wait. What if something goes wrong? Who is there to blame? If your child grows up and spends half his life in prison, who's there to blame? If your self-formulated budget eventually lands you in incredible debt, who is there to blame?
Let's be fair. Human beings have a tendency not to be in control of things. Things as in, things in life that may or may not involve other fickle human beings. For example, this post. What if my loyal blog-stalkers HATE this post? They totally have a right to their opinions, and I can't be blamed for that. Brb, grabbing a virtual trashcan-lid-shield for virtual rotten tomatoes.
However, we CAN slap an at-least-slightly-responsible-for-likability sticker on the creator (mother. nurse. nanny) of this post, yeah?
Anyway, the point is that even though I may not be in control of results, I bear responsibility for my actions. Let's hop into our lovely hypothetical world: say, I did my absolute best in this post, and decided to neglect my entire life for a few days in order to use 100 hours putting my thoughts into this post, exhausting every scrap of knowledge and experience I have in writing blog posts..... WHAT IF (dun dun dunnn) y'all awful blog-stalkers simply shrug and sip your hours-old coffee in your cold mugs, disregarding the sheer genius, the blood and sweat and tears that were poured into these words? Well then HMPH you guys are cocky and mean (just kidding. kind of. I think). Really, what more was there that I could have done? What else could I have thought or said or did to procure a greater effect on my blog-stalkers? Well hmm. You know what? Actually I would be rather proud of myself despite the poor turnout. I would have had done my best, and if no one else likes the post, at least I did.
The situation is different if I had merely regurgitated on the screen to begin with. Yes, regurgitation of the brain. Get used to it. I know my English teacher and classmates have. Not a pretty sight, for either myself or classmates or blog-stalkers. I'd say that you and your virtual rotten tomatoes would be rather justified, should you encounter bits of my brain dripping out of your screen.
SOLEMN DECLARATION: I, me, and myself, are responsible for keeping slimy brain bits where they belong– not anywhere near you. We are responsible for doing a good (at least, neat) job.
In other words, you blog-stalkers have full and unreserved permission to hold the three of us accountable in regards to location of slimy brain bits.
Phew. As author of this post, I dub responsibility and the accompanying accountability.........scary. Scary but inevitable.
*raises trashcan-lid-shield*
Oh girl... you need to become a comedian... :)
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