I suppose your point makes sense, and yet it seems largely at odds with the typical motivations of blogs. In a very narrow sense, I think that most people blog to either inform the reader, project an image of one's self, or free-expression. Cryptic messages do not inform the reader, whether the reader is an intended third party or one's self at a later date. In the past I had kept a private journal, and in keeping with my own cryptic nature, often made vague allusions to occurrences in my life. The trouble being that down the road, when things are in perspective and the relative importance of those occurrences seem somewhat less, I am no longer able to understand what the fuck I was talking about. So in my opinion, your clearly not informing the reader.

You could perhaps assess posts of this type as free expression. But free expression is best suited to artists of a more visual medium. Your average painter can toss their soul to the canvas without even once considering whether or not a loved-one, friend, or even stranger may see it at all, or make any personal associations between the content and it's creator. Visual art is very much personal in it's interpretation by the viewer. As a writer, your ability to manipulate the reader is far more powerful. You are not only aware of this, but I've seen you use it to great effect. Free-expression is this blog can be dangerous when vague, because you quite simply are COMPLETELY aware of the primary individuals who will be reading it, and as such have a responsibility to try and avoid unnecessarily freaking people out. Tossing around terms like asshole and coward for the power of the words themselves is all well and fine, perhaps even theraputic. However, it's a bit unfair to a a reader who might be an overly sensitive friend you've recently had a disagreement with. Or to a concerned lover who feels they might somehow be failing you. Or perhaps even to a parent who fears their child might need help with some life-change. Imagination is a powerful thing and when wielded by the author of fiction, a great tool for fantasy, happiness, or controlled terror. But it's far most destructive in the hands of the careless auto-biographer.

This leaves us with self-projection as your intention. And it is (for the most part), I think, this guiding desire that prompted the start and continuation of your blog. Don't misunderstand me. I'm certainly no casting any negative connotation on this form of blogging, I've done as much myself in the past. But I think that under this banner, it's easy to let the keys get away with you. Everyone wants to come across as an interesting, mysterious, or complex personality. This is human nature, and it's certainly fun, both to project such an alter-ego or even to bear witness to one and try to incorporate that identity into your interpretations of other people who offer one. Nonetheless, as amusing as it can be to an intended audience, it is predominantly a self-serving type of writing.

My final point being... If your trying to inform, leave the cryptic messages at home. If your trying to express, keep not your intended audience, but your known audience in mind. And excercise caution. And if your trying to illicit a confuses response or shroud yourself in mystique, then don't be surprised when you get that reaction from people. And certainly don't apologize for it after the fact, because then you've erased your original intended effect AND made your motivations seem trite.

*Disclaimer: The preceeding text is in no way making allusions to the opinions or identities of anyone living or dead with the exception of the singular intended audience. These words are not meant to condemn, scold, or otherwise imply negative feelings towards anyone. I am not trying to take a moral high-ground or place of superiority with this editorial as I'm simply not nearly as good a writer as my intended audience. All opinions herein are dictated by my own life experience. I do not expect to get my pudding if I don't eat my meat. I make every attempt during the tenure of my personal relationships to make it clear that I don't know shit. Frunkus.