This is how I felt only two days ago:
“I will tell you now, I do not want to blog anymore.
I felt very self-assured about the purpose of this when I began and its therapeutic bullshit premise, but that was before there were strangers.
I never intended this blog for strangers. I write with an eye to all the world, to everyone else, but I don’t want one of those everyone elses in my face making me feel uncomfortable that I disclosed a biological fact to them. I don’t want to be responsible for for my reaction. I don’t want to suffer the crawling under the ground feeling. I don’t want any more pain or awkwardness or disappointment, because that: is what this blog was supposed to VENT, as in LET OUT.
I do not want it coming back in my face doublefold. I am not interested in being someone’s peculiar specimen. Fuck you all. ”
Of course, this was followed by:
1) A check in the mail from a contractor boss who practically kissed my feet for writing, researching and finishing a huge ‘Welcome to Snohomish County, WA’ brochure;
2) an attorney who actually laughed at my joke sometime mid-morning, and
3) two days later, by someone writing to me whom I had not seen since 8th grade and who, completely unsolicited, told me they were very interested in my blog and would go back to read more later.
Such a smiling useless kvetcher I am.
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