What the Hell is My Problem?
I have written three - 3 - trois effing posts in the last 24 hours and have decided for one reason or another to not post them. They were all about relationships. Romantic relationships. The one I am in. The one I was in. There's nothing bad in any of the three posts, quite the contrary. So what's my problem?
I guess it probably comes down to privacy. I rarely write in depth about my family. When I write about romantic relationships, also, it is generally in very veiled terms, or as the relationship specifically affects me, not so much clear-cut personal information about them. That has been quite intentional on my part.
I can write about work, or neighbors, or my dog. But I just get squirelly when it comes to writing about romantic happenings. So I'm going to change the subject.
I started working on my own list of 101 true things about myself last week after being inspired by this guy, who was inspired by this other guy. I think I got up to around 25. So far, there's a lot about drugs. It sort of looks worse on paper than it seemed in real life. I don't know if I've gotten to sex yet. I mean, those are the sort of scandalous interesting-ish things people like to read about. I guess. But I will include some strange things that have nothing to with either of those things. I'm not a total degenerate.
Oh yeah, and speaking of true things! Did anyone notice that weird-ass comment on the post before this one? I was tempted to respond with something like, "Yes, I totally did use my inversion machine while naked in stiletto heels!" Sigh. In any case, I found it really interesting, actually - first that anyone other than the half dozen people that regularly read this blog bothered to read this blog, second that they found my story about the dance club too incredible to believe, third that anyone would think that I would waste my energy fabricating details of a non-event - I have a hard enough time lately posting anything at all, never mind making some shit up.
It just struck me really funny is all, and the comment felt very strange. Clearly the notion of such an interaction actually occurring exactly as I described it must feel - I don't know, threatening to this person? Not at all surprising that they posted "anonymously."
I really am frustrated by the fact that I've been having such a hard time posting. I don't want to talk too much about relationship stuff (and that's a big, wonderful part of my life right now) and work stuff is - well, I just get quite depleted at work, and try devilishly hard and not too successfully to not "take it home." Besides it's boring. Ditto with the health stuff. Again, refer to the title of this post. Right? Right.
Thanks for being patient, and bothering to check in. I am trying to get back on track. I'll probably start with some bad poetry. Have a happy Monday all!
I guess it probably comes down to privacy. I rarely write in depth about my family. When I write about romantic relationships, also, it is generally in very veiled terms, or as the relationship specifically affects me, not so much clear-cut personal information about them. That has been quite intentional on my part.
I can write about work, or neighbors, or my dog. But I just get squirelly when it comes to writing about romantic happenings. So I'm going to change the subject.
I started working on my own list of 101 true things about myself last week after being inspired by this guy, who was inspired by this other guy. I think I got up to around 25. So far, there's a lot about drugs. It sort of looks worse on paper than it seemed in real life. I don't know if I've gotten to sex yet. I mean, those are the sort of scandalous interesting-ish things people like to read about. I guess. But I will include some strange things that have nothing to with either of those things. I'm not a total degenerate.
Oh yeah, and speaking of true things! Did anyone notice that weird-ass comment on the post before this one? I was tempted to respond with something like, "Yes, I totally did use my inversion machine while naked in stiletto heels!" Sigh. In any case, I found it really interesting, actually - first that anyone other than the half dozen people that regularly read this blog bothered to read this blog, second that they found my story about the dance club too incredible to believe, third that anyone would think that I would waste my energy fabricating details of a non-event - I have a hard enough time lately posting anything at all, never mind making some shit up.
It just struck me really funny is all, and the comment felt very strange. Clearly the notion of such an interaction actually occurring exactly as I described it must feel - I don't know, threatening to this person? Not at all surprising that they posted "anonymously."
I really am frustrated by the fact that I've been having such a hard time posting. I don't want to talk too much about relationship stuff (and that's a big, wonderful part of my life right now) and work stuff is - well, I just get quite depleted at work, and try devilishly hard and not too successfully to not "take it home." Besides it's boring. Ditto with the health stuff. Again, refer to the title of this post. Right? Right.
Thanks for being patient, and bothering to check in. I am trying to get back on track. I'll probably start with some bad poetry. Have a happy Monday all!
posted by Black Egg at 10:42 PM
2 Comments:
wow an anon commenter! you have hit the big time now!
i know how you feel with having your privacy... hmm, i tend to blab on and on anout my "life" here but, i think there is a lot i don't say. when i started my blog, it was more about the intense feelings of wanting to die and my frustrations with my life... not very private, but now i think i leave more to the imagination...
but am glad to hear that you are happier these days.
Yeah, it's so strange when you have a relatively "hidden" blog - it does in some ways have a real sense of privacy to it, because the likelihood of anyone you know stumbling upon it and identifying it as you is very, very small. At least, I try to keep it that way. I try to keep place names and people's names, including my own, out of it, though my name has surfaced once or twice here, the first time via a comment from a friend. Still, there's this fine, almost indefinable line that's drawn as you write - I'm sure you know the feeling. Thanks for checkin' in!
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