Both sides of compromise

When I started this a month or so ago I had no idea what effect it would have on me. It seemed a good way to capture some of those thoughts that dart around in my mind. It does that well and it also quite nicely addresses the "use it or lose it" concerns I have about my brain. My typing skills are coming along to. The surprise is how quickly the time passes when I'm doing it. I have always found this to be a good measure of how much I enjoy doing something, so I guess I'll be at it for a while.
The problem is that it's a little bit of a trap for someone like me because I believe in the old saw, "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well." Actually it's probably more of a compulsion than a belief. You know the type!
Now this could have remained as an unorganized internal dialog locked up in my head or an organized personal journal locked up in my computer but, I chose blogging because of the sounding board prospects it offers. Just like any thoughtful conversation, it's interesting to see how your thoughts do or don't resonate with people. So at some point I'll have to start doing something toward that goal. I've looked into it a bit and see that the process of spreading the word about a blog is like many other things, a compromise. It begs for categorization. To be found you need to be part of a group of some kind especially with this type of blog. That's my problem, what kind of blog is this? I really wish I didn't have to decide. I hate the thought of having to choose a side of any kind, especially the ones that have to do with politics. Look at how few people switch sides after they choose one.The thought of being wrong, a common "flip-flopper," causes untold numbers of people to live a lie.
I recently out grew some book shelves and built some more. A friend from Boston happened to be visiting as I was restocking them. Proudly, I invited her to take a look at my handiwork. She looked but I noticed she was perusing more than my shelves. A whole slew of sounds were coming out of her. Some were pleasant some not so, then a fervent "My God, you have an Ann Coulter book." Feeling a little imposed on and defensive I said yea, look over here, one of your old favorites, David Horowitz, (The Professors), "He's a traitor", she said. Because the majority of the recent political sort of books on the shelf were of the more liberal variety she gave me a pass and said," There's still hope for you." That's why I cant pick a side. The only thing I hate more than compromise is not being able to.