I usually make my annual resolutions around my birthday. That marks the beginning of my life, and is more personally meaningful to me in terms of how I plan things. But this New Year’s, I want to make one big resolution. In 2011, I dedicate myself to being dedicated.
Maybe that sounds silly, but it is important to me. In 2010 I made a lot of headway in my life, and did some of the things I really wanted to do. I feel the year set me in a good direction for the new one. Generally, I am pleased.
But one very big flaw I had was fuzzy focus. Though I knew, for the most part, what I wanted to do and how to get there, I often let the passion for my convictions blind me. When you’re gay, a feminist and a longtime former Leftist, it takes a while to get your bearings once you’ve realized you should go in a different political direction. Nobody else seems to know just what to do with former Leftists who have left the Left, so it takes us a while to figure that out for ourselves.
I have come to realize that I can get absolutely nowhere trying to convert the unconvertible. That was one of my favorite endeavors in 2010, but I’ll know better in 2011. Because — of course — it got me zilch. Some people simply can’t be reached, because they have decided they don’t want to be.
When somebody in the out-from-under-a-slimy-rock brigade assaults me, either online, in print or in person, for what I have written or said, he or she is hardly ever worth arguing with. It’s sometimes worthwhile to poke fun at such people, but getting angry is a waste of precious time and energy.
Over at the NewsReal Blog, I have a post up about the “strange bedfellows” who have become allied for the pro-life cause. These include feminists and gays, as well as all the usual suspects. Most of the comments have been positive, and quite intelligent. But of course there was the usual cave-dweller, who oozed out of the primordial slime to grumble that I was, in effect, pursuing some dark plot by evildoers to destroy the world.
I have been unsuccessful, thus far, in logging into the system to respond to this freak. Some sort of catch-22 that refuses to recognize my username half the time and my password the other. I keep changing my password, but to no avail. It’s actually a good thing that it’s taking me a while to get at this fool, because yesterday — when his nasty-gram first appeared — I was too angry to do anything but tear him a new one.
All I should do, of course, is make fun of him. That, and let his stupid comment stand. There are enough intelligent readers of that blog that nobody who isn’t already buying into his delusions is going to be sold on them. Moreover, as I always post under my own name — Lori Heine — and with a picture of me right beside it — while people like this invariably snipe at me while hiding behind an alias and an avatar, they are cowards. And everyone can see that.
I will not waste my time wrangling with idiots like these in 2011. I need to reach all the thinking people I can. Unthinking louts are worthless. They cannot be converted; they must simply be overcome and soundly defeated.
This will probably be my only post here for this week. I’m hard at work on the final novel I hope to finish before I turn fifty in September of 2012. Next year — God willing — I will be back with a bigger and better Born on 9-11 than ever. I have high hopes for this blog in 2011.
Dedicated — that’s what I am. I’m a locomotive, zooming my way into the future. May the year ahead be a bright, productive and prosperous one for us all.