The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people.
This is one boring “me”. I could say something witty but I’m fresh out of quips… for now.
I am going to pretend to be (or at least sound like) a deep, thoughtful, great thinker. I am not.
I am not part of the “morality police” either. As long as it is not aimed at those I care about, one can lie, tell the truth, exaggerate, or even be amoral. I don’t care. I don’t judge.
I do have a problem with individuals who are immoral; but this is a personal issue. I can handle amorality just fine however. Yes, I am a walking contradiction but I blame this on being a woman simply because I can.
I believe I am an honest individual. I strive to tell “the truth”. The problem with the truth is that I tell it as I see it. I am rarely diplomatic when it comes to the truth, but I do not go out of my way to be rude or hurtful.
Everyone speaks “the truth” as they perceive it.
I believe, incorrectly or not, that truth does not exist; only perception. Truth is not objective and universal but rather subjective.
When one is sworn to “tell the truth and nothing but the truth,” the answer should be “the truth according to whom?”
I believe this is a legitimate question. My perception of the truth is certainly different from someone else’s.
Can one or more individuals perceive the same truth differently? Of course. I suppose this is the definition of Transcendental Perspectivism.
Nietzsche claimed that absolute truth does not exist but truth can only exist in one’s individual perception.
Transcendental Perspectivism challenges this claim, while acknowledging that the whole truth can be known only in a person’s individual perception. I agree with this. At least at this point in time. As a woman I reserve the right to change my mind at any point, at any time, without warning.
This does not, in any way, imply that I have never lied. Of course I have.
I have told my children they are incredible when they are in fact, tiny, babbling terrors. Nothing incredible about that.
Honesty and truth are fanatically important to me; the only handicap to this is the perception of “truth.”
Does any of this make sense to anyone? Since I’m the author, it makes sense to me. The fact that I am also a woman with, sometimes contradicting and incoherent thoughts should not make a difference.