Dear Blog
When we started this venture I had every intention of being completely open with you, but the fact is I've had a hard time being honest with you. I find that I have a hard time being honest with anyone on the subject of my feelings. I've lied to my own blog, it's not just that there are people out there who read this (not many I know) it's more I feel I cannot be honest with you.
Blog I've lied about the hurt I feel over my stupid teams, and I've lied about the hurt I feel in relationships. I've lied about what makes my heart race, what my intentions are, and even who I am (though in that case I think it's because I do not know)
The fact is Blog I'm selfish, too selfish to even write in my blog without spinning everything or leaving out the most pressing issues. I admire my friends that are honest with their Blogs, but it ain't me babe.
What's more feudal than trying to dictate the way we are perceived?
I'm sorry Blog but I'll never change.
Blog I've lied about the hurt I feel over my stupid teams, and I've lied about the hurt I feel in relationships. I've lied about what makes my heart race, what my intentions are, and even who I am (though in that case I think it's because I do not know)
The fact is Blog I'm selfish, too selfish to even write in my blog without spinning everything or leaving out the most pressing issues. I admire my friends that are honest with their Blogs, but it ain't me babe.
What's more feudal than trying to dictate the way we are perceived?
I'm sorry Blog but I'll never change.
posted by Robert_M at 10:42 AM
4 Comments:
Thanks babe, I guess if I want to be totally honest with my blog I'll need to do one under an assumed name.
Are we supposed to be revealing the worst about ourselves in these blogs? If so, then I haven't been doing it right. I just write mine because it's kinda fun. I do not read your blog to get your deep dark secrets and feelings. I read it because it is entertaining, it reminds me to remember to listen to stuff like "Rattlesnakes" more, and because it is a way to stay in touch with someone I don't get to see often enough. And I keep hoping there is going to be a post about Bob in the breakroom. Keep stay, and down with the hammer.
I guess I was going for more of a deep dark truthful mirror thing, but I chickened out.
As for Bob there is only one story really, told many times. Each day Bob would start with "I got something for ya dude, last night we got so wasted"... this told while holding a slice of pizza in one hand, and a lit cigarette in the other' Bob's level of happiness was determined by the extreme level of drunkenness the night before. He often ran out of superlatives to describe how last night was somehow drunker (read better) than the night before. Little did Bob know that he was well past the point where such distinctions could be made to the uninitiated.
But nothing compares to my disappointment when my long time crush Kim revealed that she not only had a boyfriend, but that she had been stealing tapes for months and now had a trash bag full of them in her Cougar. I'm not sure which piece of info. was more deflating.
I can't hear the Bob story too many times. Now, tell us about the register cots!
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