My favorite rant generally involves either my adult daugther who lives with me or my gentle, soulmate, spouse. Of course neither really deserves a rant, but I just rant away anyway. Most of my rants are perfectly logical and shouldn’t be considered offensive. For example, the other day I was ranting at no one in particular about the book I am reading by Brian McLaren. Not even him, just one of his ideas. It had to do with this notion of his that this new emergent church would be solely focused on the teaching of Jesus. Hah, not entirely, I ranted. What about the Holy Spirit that Phyllis Tickle says is driving the emergent church movement? Did you forget alll about that McLaren? And what about the Internet aspect of all this emergent church stuff. You have this suicide machine, and Phyllis has some emerging church that can only be explained by what it isn’t. So what does that mean??? Splain yourself.
Well, my rant fell on deaf ears because my daughter doesn’t care and my soulmate cares but he went to sleep. I am ranting by myself, to myself, and actually making no sense. Who cares about this little blog by an edgy crone trying to get her point across. Okay, maybe it’s too much to swallow at one time, but when I look at all the things I rant about most of them really don’t get me anywhere. So, if no one is listening, is it really a rant? Sad as that sounds it it the honest truth. Rants don’t get you respect, or dignity, or trust, or even a hangnail. Rants are simply useless in the great scheme of human life.
I mean, have you ever heard any one say, I need a good dose of ranting today in order to be fulfilled? Hardly. No one says, Now be a good girl and go home and get your rants done. Oh, well, as depressing as it is I will hereafter avow to keep all of my rants simple, short, and somethng others can get a handle on and maybe even join me rant. I just hate to rant alone. Although I do think rants are somewhat purifying when you get a really good one going, it is much more fun when one has another at which to rant, or even simply rant with. I’ll go wake up my spouse. He’ll understand.