I can’t tell you, because he didn’t tell me, because he promised *CENSORED* he wouldn’t say anything

Recently, I joined facebook. Which is basically a place for people I knew and didnt like in high school to want to read about what i do everyday.

or something.

regardless, on this facebook thing, where people i havent seen or talked to in years halfway communicate with me and other people, im finding myself censoring.

it’s weird.

like, one of my favorite people from college recently posted about how disappointed she was in Obama for “canceling” the National Day of Prayer. Now, seeing as, in college, she was a theater person, which, in my experience, generally means you are a little more open minded, I thought she might be joking.

She wasn’t. And the 10 or so people who had commented on that status update weren’t either.

I hesitated. My fingers stopped. I deleted and revised and deleted and stared at the screen. Trying to find a polite way of saying, “I’m so glad Obama isn’t going to stand up and endorse a national religion, as those of us who aren’t Christian don’t pray to the god you do.” without coming off as RUDE.

More importantly, soon after that, I got directed to an awesome link about Obama cutting funding for abstinence only education, which thrills me to pieces.

I went to facebook, intending to plaster the link all over, and..i hesitated.

Why haven’t I posted this link, even though i think it’s an awesome step in the right direction? Why am I stopping to consider how people i havent seen in EIGHT YEARS are going to see me? think about me? Find out that Im *gasp* a dirty hippie liberal?

Im frustrated by this, and I dont get it. Why is something so stupid stopping me from talking about how i really think of things?