Rejected Posts

A few days ago, I came across a website called “Rejected Princesses,” which dealt with various would-be Disney princesses from around the world who for some reason or another [1] have never been turned into a Disney film. Some people were surprised that I thought to share a post about princesses, because it is a rare topic of discussion for me, but not an entirely unfamiliar one [2] nevertheless. In light of the spirit of that particularly fascinating blog, I would like to comment today on the theme of rejected blog posts, not least because I feel in the mood to discuss something particularly humorous and entertaining.

Given the prolific nature of my writing, it is likely that at least some people believe that I do not reject any sort of post but rather that I write and share just about everything that springs to mind and finds me with enough spare time around a keyboard. This particular thought is not entirely accurate, though, as there are plenty of occasions where for some reason or another I have written something, sometimes at length, and then decided not to share it. Although I am not generally a person who likes to reject things, sometimes even someone like myself decides that material is simply too provocative or too personal to share. I suppose, given the personal nature of what I do share, that this ought to be highly troubling that there are yet more personal matters I decide not to share. I cannot blame anyone for being concerned about that, at any rate.

There are occasions where a post seems like a really great idea when one is starting it, but where the initial flash of inspiration simply cannot sustain the hundreds (or thousands) of wounds that my blog entries maintain. Something that has sufficient worth for a witty comment, or maybe even a scintillating paragraph, does not necessarily have enough material to last for four or more paragraphs (again, the typical length of my blog entries). In such a case, a witty paragraph is written and then there is nowhere to go from there, or at least nowhere worth going. Such was the case, for example, when I started a blog entry about my favorite song from the band Portugal, The Man, and then realized there was nowhere worth going with it, and few people that would even get the reference in the first place.

At other times, I can write (sometimes at considerable length) only to realize that the post I wrote may be too personal for someone else. At times, I have even written what was too personal to share about me, although my standards for embarrassing others are far more considerate than about embarrassing myself, which is a not infrequent occurrence. In general [2], I am far more delicate in dealing with the feelings of others, and where my writing goes into very personal and private person, I will either censor it myself or seek the permission of the person or people who it is about. Generally speaking, most people are more private than I am, so anything that is too personal about someone else will generally be nixed. I don’t particularly enjoy having unhappy conversations with people who feel embarrassed about being written about, since nothing I write about is intended to be mean spirited towards my friends and acquaintances. I must confess, though, that I find the world at large and the books that I read to be fair targets for my somewhat sardonic wit, but I try to spare the feelings and sensitivities of those close to me, at least.

So, contrary to what might be believed, not every reflection that enters my mind finds its way on my keyboard, and not everything I write ends up finding its way to the eyes of others. This does not mean that everything I write is going to avoid causing offense (as that is clearly an unrealistic expectation), but I do try very hard. There are, of course, some posts that are rejected only for a time, waiting for the right moment to release, where the rejection does not mean no, but merely “not now,” in the same sense that grapes or any other fine fruit should not be enjoyed before they have had the time to ripen into maturity, or in the sense that circumstances are not always propitious for everything that one wishes to enjoy. Sometimes life involves a lot of waiting, and writing is no different in that regard than anything else.

[1] Included among the princesses were some relatively familiar “princesses,” like Lolita, and others like the Corn Maiden or Empress Wu of China who are less familiar. These princesses have likely been deemed as unsuitable for Disney treatment for a variety of reasons, including the brutality or immorality of their deeds, the uncomfortable subject matter of their stories, and other related concerns.

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I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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