A matter of opinion

Well, it was bound to happen. As soon as I found someone was reading this darn thing, I got stage fright! Couldn't think of anything to write and couldn't remember why I started the stupid thing. Everything floating around in my head seemed too serious, negative, ridiculous or just boring.

A college student in Malaysia commented last week on a couple of my posts. Apparently I had burst her bubble about work:
working can't be this bad...coz this is worrying me. Im in college now, for a 'proper education', but if it sucks, whats the point? (her comment and my response are here)

And I depressed her about being single:
why do we need to get married anyway? cant women just live on their own and not be perceived as 'old maids' and 'unattractive'? it sucks.

She said "it sucks" twice and I feel kind of bad about that! Her blog has some hilarious little gems in it. She's kind of pissed off about everything and doesn't seem to care what people think. A friend told me I write too much about things that need fixed in the world.

Last week I went to "An Unruly Evening with Harlan Ellison" at the Writer's Guild. They showed a fantastic documentary about Ellison - the award-winning sci-fi writer famous for scripting the TV shows The Outer Limits and Star Trek.

He's a lot more pissed off than I am. In between writing hundreds of stories, TV shows and novels, he's made a career of taking on the stupidity in the world. A friend told him that his problem was "he thinks all the battles are worth fighting."

He needs to relax, his wife said. "Really? Is that the problem?" Harlan retorts, "Oh great, I'll just relax then. You think I choose to be like this?"

He calls the U.S. "fiercely anti-intellectual," and contends that "You're not entitled to an opinion. You're entitled to an INFORMED opinion." And that, my friends, is exactly what makes me hesitate when I sit down to write an entry. Am I entitled to my opinion?