The Obscure

But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned!

Thoughts can bubble over from the mind like boiling water from a pot, if you are lucky you won't get scalded. The lucky are very few.
That is just an observation I've had, take it as you will, it probably won't be how I took it, but it's all in your interpretation, right?
Douglas Adams ("Hitchhiker's Guide" books, you probably knew that) inadvertantly (or advertantly, for all I know) kind of hit the nail on the head on that point, that everything is in interpretation. At one point his character Arthur Dent said something like, "What are we going to do now?" or something like that, and his words were sucked into an invisible space-time vortex and were carried all the way back thousands of years into the past and billions of light-years away, where two opposing war generals were meeting in peace for the last time. The words floated out of the vortex right between them and they heard them, and unfortunately those specific words were the worst insult known in the language of one of the generals, and he flew into a rage and they fought each other for thousands of years. Eventually they figured out that neither of them said the words and that they did come, in fact, from Earth. They then combined their forces and a mighty battle-host fell from the skies upon earth, but due to a drastic miscalculation of proportion the whole of the force was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.
A funny anecdote, I laughed a lot while reading the actual thing, I'm sure reading a dumb reproduction of it doesn't have nearly the same effect. But my point is valid, no matter what is said, where it is said, or to or by whom it is said, the only thing that really matters is the interpretation. I do not mind if one of my friends calls me a spick, in the same way that they wouldn't mind if I used anyone of the various ethnic slurs that come to mind while I contemplate their races. But if someone I did not know called me a spick (I don't know why they would, I don't look very hispanic) then I would be forced to beat the shit out of that person, and possibly whoever he may be with, very very badly. It's all in interpretation.
And that is the trick with writing. I write many many things, a good amount of them on this blog, but I keep a lot the things that seem like they would need interpretation to myself, because if it is not straightfoward words I am displaying in a public place, if it is all strange metaphor, analogy, bad poetry, and otherwise somewhat controversial items that might be very distateful to some (or all), then people might take different meanings then the ones I set out to create. (This is all hypothetical, I know I have a reading base of like five people, all of whom would probably get my writings, but I felt like writing something and this is what is coming out.)
Therefore my point is this: Everything is in interpretation, and because of that, though you may be able to please a small amount of people some of the time, it is statistically impossible to please ALL of the people any of the time. You can never please everyone, nor even most people, I wouldn't even say a third, but maybe someone could manage a third, but it won't be me, Keruoac could've... Ahem, you can never please everyone, because there will always be at least someone who takes offense at what you are doing for one reason or another and calls you a dick.
For this reason, the majority of things sent to publishers get sent back unread with rejection stickers on them. This daunts most writers from sending things in, fear of rejection.
To those publishers and that fear I say, "Fuck off." I have my book in my mind fully and completely after four years of mulling it over and writing notes for it, and I will write this book, and I do not care how it is recieved.

I suppose this turned into a more self-assurance post than anything else. Ah well. Oh and for the record I'm thinking of self-publishing the book when I finish it, opinions on that eventually'd be cool.