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By Samantha Salomon
I hate having to write about my opinion.
I hate having to write about myself and my views.
There’s something that scares me about putting things on paper. It’s concrete. Once it’s out there you can’t take it back.
One of my classes requires me to write two blog posts and submit them to the school paper.
I hate that.
I hate having to write or talk about things that are controversial.
Please don’t ask me about my political views, what’s going on in the White House, what’s going on in a different area of the world or anything that requires reading or watching the news. I simply do not care.
That’s ridiculous, isn’t it? You’re thinking, “How could she not care?”
I guess saying that I don’t care is a blanket statement. I do care, just not enough to keep myself up to date.
If I scroll through Twitter and see something that catches my eye, I’ll take a read. If I’m standing with a group of people and they’re talking about some current event, I’ll tune in. But I, on my own, have no interest in educating myself.
That’s sad, isn’t it?
I’m a journalism student with no passion for hard news. I’m a journalism student with no passion for news. I may even be a journalism student with no passion.
I hate that.
When I was in high school the only thing I was good at was writing. It was my outlet, my escape. I didn’t mind writing about myself then. Things were different. I wrote about my personal experiences and my feelings about those experiences. My password protected blog was my safe place.
I didn’t realize that pursuing journalism in college would mean news and reporting and words on paper. But I guess that’s my problem now.
I thought I’d learn to improve my writing. I thought I’d learn to write more passionately about the things I do care about and not work so hard to write about the things I don’t.
Newsflash: I was wrong.
I hate being wrong.
Being wrong in journalism is practically suicide and sharing your opinion, when it’s called for, is always a risk. I’m too nervous of a person for either of those things.
Now, instead of soothing me, writing keeps me up at night.
I never should’ve pursued my passion as a career. I feel like someone’s told me that before but I don’t remember who or when. Regardless, they were right.