When I first started this blog, a friend of mine told me she admired my bravery in having my name attached to my blog, and that she's rather die than disclose her identity on hers. Her close friends and family for the most part didn't know it existed, giving her full safety to vent.
Well now that I'm about 5 months into my blogging career, and though I'm not about to commit suicide, I sure do see the wisdom in that. I suppose I have committed forms of suicide with certain people. Although I didn't start out wanting my blog to be a venting ground, the forum of being able to write whatever you damn well want to just sort of beckons for honesty. I'm sure if most people published their journal or innermost thoughts, they might also step on some toes.
So after a couple of extended stays in the shithouse, I'm realizing it's too late now. But now I'm much more careful about what I say and who I say it to, even if it's just "people in general." I guess it's good to be kept in check by your own dumb mistakes -- and definitely an exercise in letting go of things and people you can't control.
If only life stayed this simple...
2 comments:
Such a cutie! :) Hope you are finding your way out of the dog house. Rrrff.
The only thing smaller than Tina is younger Tina.
I feel you on the anonymous rub, however, I do believe I have taken care of that little problem.
See here.
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