The Rant

Doggotron is the voice of SHOUT!
He barks when he has to.


You thought you would be understood without words.
Or you hoped you would.
Well, it doesn’t always turn out that way. It almost never does. Your brain, after all, can’t be mapped for everything. And while the world may be full of mind sores and mind bogglers and mind blowers, it is, we’re afraid (and sort of relieved), not full of mind readers.
You’ve got to say things to be understood. To give the disturbed, raring, provoked, edgy, inscrutable parts of you an outlet. And thank yourself you do.
The right noise keeps the world turning. The right breaks in silences maintained for far too long or even too little keep the world engaged. The right rant (and it’s never wrong) could rid the world of debris that you just rid your own system of.
Because words do things. They change things. In the ever-evolving world we inhabit, they transform both speaker and hearer. And whiny words do it even better.

You couldn’t have never ranted. If not to someone else, surely you have to the person in the mirror. It’s that necessary catharsis to keep your arteries from being blocked; to keep your arteries from bursting.
When words flow, your blood does too.
You’re a little lighter, a little looser, a little saner and a lot less alone.

As apathetic as we’d like to seem, a lot of things affect us. They matter. Enough for us to get all knotted up about them. The bottles of our bodies get knottier and nuttier and then there’s a surge. That’s your rant. It’s your most immediate story. And it absolutely has to be told. Or better still, SHOUT!ed.

Just so the world knows you care. Because you do.
And words only make sense when they make the things that matter better.
Never mind that you sometimes sound like a ratty crab or a crabby rat.
We’ll take a grouch over leaving things unsaid, any day!

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