by Dommie Darko.
So here’s what I did: I went off Facebook for a while. I’m actually back on now. Maybe only for a little while.
So, let me tell you what happened to me after I stopped going on Facebook. I stopped discussing the news that everyone else was discussing. I stopped talking about the article or issue of the week. I started talking about my life, and inviting other people to talk to me about their lives as well.
I started this blog. So I could share my human experiences.
I also started reading memoirists. David Sedaris and Augusten Burroughs, specifically. But also Amanda Palmer’s book and Laura Jane Grace’s Biography, Tranny.
And when I was doing this, I realized something. This is what draws us to one another: our stories. Not our thoughts on news, or our quasi-informed opinions. What brings us together are our feelings about things—and yes, these can be connected to the news. But we need to connect it to our actual lives, and to tell people about that.
So here’s what I have to say. Fuck opinions. I’m tired of opinions. I don’t care about what you feel about an issue. What I do care about is why you feel that way. What about your life has led you to feel this way.
Start a blog. If you’re afraid of what people will think of you, make it anonymous. Ask me how.
But, for fuck’s sake, be real and make yourself vulnerable. Vulnerability is real. Your goddamn opinion is shared by thousands, millions of fucking people. Your life is unique and your life’s story is therefore infinitely valuable.