Why I Broke Up with Keith

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

 

I’ll never forget the first time I saw him.  He was tall, impeccably groomed, unusually handsome, and cracker jack smart with a voice like deep velvet.  

I was hooked. 

It wasn’t his sex appeal that made me love him.  It was his street fighter, take-no-prisoners, full-on engagement of people who, until I met Keith, I had never seen seriously challenged.  I sat in front of the television agog as he stared directly into the camera and spoke with conviction and barely contained rage about the rationalization of torture, the deceit and conceit of elected officials, and abuse of public trust.  

And he was just warming up. 

I had to see him again.  I found out where he hung out, and with whom, and started scheduling my day around making myself available to connect with him.  I tried to be casual about it, but I think my friends could see I was becoming obsessed.  “Did you hear Keith last night?” I’d ask anyone who would listen.  I’d print transcripts of his tirades and re-read them just for the buzz. 

They say addiction is characterized by compulsive behavior one cannot control, even when that behavior is creating disintegration in and negative consequences to the individual.  I realized I had to deliver an intervention to myself.  I was in an unhealthy relationship. 

I had stopped listening to anyone but Keith.  I acted like if a person weren’t delivering a 12 minute monologue they didn’t have anything important to say.  When I took a step back from the opium den that was my TV room, I realized his confidence was not that simple.  It started to seem arrogant.  I told him I needed a break. 

After a few weeks we reconnected, but the arrogance seemed worse.  He didn’t listen to me at all, he just wanted to talk about himself.  I asked him why he was never happy and always so angry, and he went off on me for over ten minutes.  He accused me of disloyalty, wondering where I’d been.  I told him I just needed “me” time, but he waved me off in disgust. 

I still think about him from time to time.  Sometimes mutual friends will send me some of his work, but I can’t get very far.  The man broke my heart, but I have only myself to blame.  My advice?  Never trust a man whose favorite sound is the sound of his own voice, even when that voice is a really, really nice one.

A Welcome Change, Online

This, I must say, was a truly wonderous and pleasant surprise — The Charleston Gazette shared these words with the public yesterday:

The Gazette values readers’ comments and insights.

So, to create a more constructive and civil setting for readers, we’re making a few changes. Comments will no longer appear immediately, but will show up after they have been reviewed and approved. Also, we will be more selective about comments that we approve.

We welcome wit and wisdom and, yes, dissent, but personal attacks, remarks in poor taste or those overly critical or irrational will not be published. We encourage you to keep posting. We just ask that you keep it civil.

When I checked the link just now there were 49 comments on the new policy already.  As one might expect, there is a balance of “Hallelujah” and “I’m calling the ACLU!”

Esse Diem examined this issue earlier this month, and at the time it was one of the blog’s most-read posts.  The newspaper should be commended for refusing to cave to online bullies and cowards, and for creating consistency between standards for its print and online comment policies.  Those who cry censorship need to do some reading on what that actually is, and how the First Amendment is involved regarding freedom of the press.

I can’t even address how ludicrous it is to compare government censorship of journalists with a newspaper voluntarily setting civility standards for itself…….hopefully this sentence is sufficient to convey my thoughts.

It’s no small thing what the paper has done.  On behalf of a society weary from being bashed about the head by angry, irrational people looking to validate their behavior, thank you.

(p.s. Today I updated the “Who” page on this blog as a way of meeting my own challenge to be more transparent online.  It’s no longer a disclaimer of who I’m not, and lot more about who I am.  I hope you enjoy!)