No Delete

So, I adhere to a strict self-imposed “no-delete” policy.

I figure if I write something and post it, I must have needed to get it out, whether I am drunk or not. I do not lie*.

However, the tendency for me to write about especially audacious subject matter is much more prevalent when I am inebriated.

Then, when I am a bit more stricken with inhibitions, the conversation in my head goes something like:

“Fuck”

“You need to go delete that”

“FUCK NO, FUCK YOU, FUCK THEM, FUCK IT, I DON’T CARE”

And on and on…on a tangent like that until my dark side convinces the light that it’s time to stop hiding.

 

*When I say I don’t lie, I mean that I really do not tell any lies that I consciously know are lies, untruths, half-truths, or omissions. This is not to say that I am still not lying to you, or to myself in some way that I haven’t yet figured out….the process of the cessation of lying is just that- a process…a really fucking long one.

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