Up to now I’ve been pretty kind. I’ve been hiding behind who everybody thinks I am, (who I kinda wish I was). Okay, I shared a couple poems, that’s risky because they are so personal, except who really reads them anyway right? In reality it was you I’ve been protecting from the garish and ugly truth.
Really though, who doesn’t want to be seen as adorable and likable in everyway. Except how authentic can you be when you’re trying to be everyone else’s image of “good” or “proper”?
Despite this I realize that there is a place for me. A niche, those few brave souls who can stand my particular form of honesty and messed up sense of humor (in the end I may be left with only my mom reading…thanks mom). The rest of you…I’m sorry to lose you. I get it, really. No hard feelings.
In the event that you know me in real life…those of you who read the links on Facebook…please…laugh with me…I’m nervous enough about my habit of oversharing the truth of things, as it is.
I’m just like everybody else. I want people to like me…except I grow disenchanted with people liking me based on half the truth, a partial honesty that leaves out things I like about myself, things I like about humor or reality, but that some people would consider uncouth…improper and things we don’t discuss in mixed company…bah, get over yourselves!