There are times when I am self-conscious of the fact that I write this weblog. I am acutely aware of how strange this comes across to people who are naturally private and are uncomfortable knowing more about me than they would typically ask.
It's like my co-worker likes to say;
"TMFI, honey - Too Much Fucking Information".
For others, it's a fascinating world that attracts them from the start. I am constantly amazed at the people who are accepting and even enthusiastic. My Mother-in-law is a good example of this.
At first, most of the people I knew in real life and who were attracted to this hobby were people I didn't really like very much. I was left wondering if I was also one of these attention-starved and needy whiners taking up a blog for socially inept affirmation. I mean, even though I like to read the blogs I read, I don't
know them like I knew these people.
So, was I this... insane?
Thankfully, I eventually saw that there are idiots in every culture - sub or not. So, although I may be as insane as the other whiners I witness, at least it's not a pre-requisite to having an online personality...
Phew (?)
Nevertheless, I seem to have arrived at a spot in my life where I am
almost unapologetic about this internet conversation I keep striking up over and over again. I'm not saying that I'm willing to sign my last name to this site and would be tickled pink to see it pop up in my workplace just yet. However, I'm willing to accept that I like to write, and what else does one write about on a somewhat daily basis but the things one experiences on these very days?
I wish I wasn't as personal as I am sometimes, though. I tend to cringe a bit when I re-read certain entries now. I won't erase them as they are honest (and I hope not too full of nonsensical blathering), but still....
anal fissures?
Ewww.
I suppose the realization has come with the fact that there is
so much of my life going on outside of this space. I wouldn't, shouldn't and couldn't possibly write about it all. This makes me happy. I'm not simply documenting my life anymore. In fact, I've even stopped documenting all of Franklin's life. I'm just happy writing.
And you're still reading.
This blows me away.
Who knew I was capable of a hobby that doesn't involve the Olympics or solving world peace?!?
I'm clearly mellowing in my old age.
Posted by Ada
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Jeez, Ada, I love how perfectly these little Flickr photos go with your entries.
I am a centimeter away from killing my blog today. It seems so self-indulgent and oversharing to have one.
But then I read this entry here, and I get to thinking that maybe I'm not the only one, and that maybe, yes, there ARE redeeming qualities about it, not least of which being the people that you meet.
Thinking I should work on the unapologetic, too. Thanks for the food for thought.