No comments on CavLec. Not now. Not ever. I apologize to my readers who want them, but that really is the way it has to be.
I’ve mentioned before how conflict-averse I am, far more than the average person. This is one of those things you’ll just have to believe me on; I can’t explain it and I can’t justify it. It just is. Ordinary little meannesses that wouldn’t faze a normal person can send me into a days-long episode of upset rumination.
This means that I have to keep spaces I label “mine” as free of conflict and anger as possible, to save my pathetic reserves of conflict tolerance for the frictions of daily life.
I’m not nearly as brave as Burningbird or as patient as Jonathon. Some of the garbage they get in their comments would drive me mad.
And sooner or later (probably sooner), it would drive me out of blogging altogether. That isn’t a threat, so don’t take it so; it’s just fact. When I can’t handle how I act or how I feel in a given interaction context, I withdraw from it.
(Action is as important as feeling, too. Some contexts, not to mention the people in them, tempt me to do my worst. As soon as I realize what I’m doing, I leave. I’m not natively a very good person. I have to work at it, and part of that is taking care about my associations.)
I am genuinely sorry that I need to cut off the conversation this way. I don’t do it because I don’t value discussion, or because I believe my writing above reproach or disagreement. I do it because I’m cosseting my own fragility. I’m not especially proud of that, but there it is.
There’s an email link in the sidebar, and I have enabled TrackBack (and may enable pingback one of these days, should a round tuit appear somewhere). I do participate in comment threads on other blogs. I hope that is, if not ideal, at least sufficient.
