It's ironic how we use our blogs. Sometimes they are used to keep our friends and loved ones up to date with what is going on with our lives. Sometimes they are used simply to get attention. Any attention. Mostly they are used as some sort of outlet. Emotional, sexual or artistic. Blogs allow us to purge ourselves. Allow us to share things we might not share with our family or even our closest friends. It's much easier to got to an anonymous meeting and say "Hi, I'm S. I've fucked up my life" verses going to your family and say, "I made a mistake".
Now before you all get your panties in a bunch, I'm not attending any meetings. I'm simply going in for surgery this morning. I suppose it's the reason for my reflective mood. It's not hard to write about it here. I'm actually excited about it. I'm hoping it will improve life drastically.
The early thoughts have to do with the fact I've not shared any of this information with my family. Hubby said he thought it was odd that I wouldn't want to tell them. So I've been examining my reasons for keeping the information to myself.
My first argument was that I am no longer close with them, and do not feel the need to bring them in the loop. However, I'm putting this out for anyone and everyone to read, so that theory gets blown out of the water rather quickly.
My second thought was that as a family in general, we don't talk about the big stuff. Most 'big' things are ignored, never spoken about, or rewritten some how so it never happened. Just call us the ostrich family. We bury our heads in the sand at a moments notice.
Finally, maybe it's simply my nature. Being secretive. My father says you can't blame a snake for being a snake. Or in this case, a Scorpio being a Scorpio, or S being S.
Well it's time to jump into the shower, pack my bag and head out. I'll leave you with this. Make sure the ones you love know it. No matter how hard. Whoever they might be.
Be good to you
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