"how's she always so damn happy and together? It always sounds like everything is going along swimmingly. Is it b/c she's in school? Do I need to move to the suburbs and look into teaching??" and then I thought "I wonder what she's hiding..."I keep convincing myself that I am an uninhibited version of myself online – that things like posting a picture my breast on Learning to Love You More were dramatic artistic moments in candor, but I was secretly totally embarrassed that I did it and worried that my dad would accidentally find it (he googles me frequently).*
There is so much that I will never say in this space and I feel dishonest as a result. Maybe I’m missing the point of this thing and maybe telling the entire truth is even less entertaining that whatever it is I am doing here.
Most of the time, I am happy. Most of the time, I am not together. And most of the time I am hiding something.
* Don't bother looking, it's my-boobless now.
1 comment:
cool, so... i won't move to the burbs, then.
michael and i have been talking a lot lately about writing/blogging (not that i do this) and how it might alter your day to day life. if you perceive yourself and your life as something to be read, how does that change your experiences? seems like it might make it more enjoyable, turning everyday people into entertaining characters, etc.
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