I have a couple new not quite friends here outside of work as I struggle to find a home base drinking establishment. These are folks I’m friendly with as I sit at different bars looking for the perfect match. One of them is a very nice young lady and if you’re reading this - mid thirties is young to me. Anyway, the aforementioned woman was looking over my shoulder one weekend night as I thumb typed in this and when she asked what it was I didn’t see the harm in telling.
From that point on she has used what I write as conversation kindling and it annoyed me to the point that last night I asked her to either stop talking to me about what I write or stop reading it all together. There was some back and forth on the rule but it boils down to my personal discomfort. It’s weird when someone brings up a thought you had a week or two ago that you might not even remember. I rarely reread this mess and I’m only writing it for me this time.
I should quickly explain that last sentence. For more than a decade I wrote a blog and the purpose was to give my children and maybe someday their children a glimpse into my thinking as they were growing up. This time I’m writing because an old friend challenged me to and I really like doing it. But the intended audience is no one. I let some of my friends in on the secret because we were all together and some of them were asking what the hell I do up here. Not looking for clicks or views or any other such nonsense. I write because I like to write.
So the old rule I’m importing over to this thing is “Never talk to me about the crap I write here.” Most of the discussions are wanting to know more and I’ve already shared what I’m comfortable with. I will try to do a better job of being clear especially if some pesky feelings leak out into the prose. Plus, when you bring it up to me out of the blue, I have no idea what you’re talking about and I experience a tiny panic as I frantically try to remember. Not worth it. Read it or not, enjoy it or not, love me or blow me.
Now that the housekeeping is out of the way I’ve probably got a real post in me this weekend. I’m doing a lot of walking in an attempt to process my life and I’m trying to discover new parts of the city. This morning I stumbled upon the gem I’ll leave you with…
