I try very, very hard to be fair.
I notice it and watch it when I feel like not being fair. And, usually, mostly, I hope, I nip it in the bud.
Thing is, tonight I wanted to write a blog entry that very likely would not have been fair to someone whom I admire. I have issues with them. It wouldn't be fair of me to address those with them. Also, I don't in fact know enough to really speak to them about what I wanted to address; and it definitely wouldn't be fair of me to say it passive-aggressively here, without talking to them but filing the details down to prevent anyone from deducing who I mean.
(They're no one I know in person, so I wouldn't be running into them in the streets of Portland either.)
I've said this before: I admire the sheer chutzpah of actor/ performer/ comedian Andy Kaufman. But I try not to emulate him, much as I sometimes am tempted to. Simple reason: he wasn't afraid to get punched, or wrestled and pile-driven. I'd rather not have that happen to me.
Okay. DON'T TEMPT THINGS, CHRIS.
(I hope that years from now when I look back at this entry, I have no flipping idea what I was talking about. That would mean that, maybe, I'd let go of it.)