Catch my thoughts, please

My book club and I are reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers (don't be jealous- the young English teachers and I started a book club and it's very cool). So, here I am, on a school night, at 11:30, overwhelming compelled to blog. I've only read two chapters and I am consumed with the idea that McCullers presents and the beautiful language she uses as her medium. I think you will be, too.

At the end of Chapter 2, the bartender observes the town drunk and notices, "He [the drunk] had wanted to talk to somebody about it, because maybe if he told all the facts out loud he could put his finger on the thing that puzzled him...Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons-- throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to" (32-33). The town drunk is speaking to the town mute and "he had never even caught on to the fact that the mute made no answers" (25). And, the town mute speaks to the other town mute realizing that he "never knew just how much his friend understood of all the things he told him. But it did not matter" (5).

That's blogging. We are filled with ideas and musings and we need an outlet. We share the thoughts that never make it into "real" conversations with friends because they're too insignificant (or too significant) to be spoken aloud. We never know the response we will receive, and it doesn't matter. We still have to throw our ideas around. We are never sure if anyone will receive them, and if they do receive them, we never know how much will be understood. Yet, we continue. For fear of explosion.