“You have more drafts that published posts.”
Well, of course. I have plenty of ideas for blog posts, stories, and sometimes (although, admittedly not lately) plays. But ideas, or drafts, is what they remain because heaven forbid I make a fool of myself by posting something that’s not up to scratch. Not perfect. Wrong.
If you know me well then you know I have plenty of opinions. Plennnty. Sometimes I run through something I’ve been thinking about over dinner with my friends, or I tell my partner or my mum, or even my son. And by tell I mean rant about it for at least half an hour.
But I rarely express my ideas about stuff on the tubes because… I’m afraid.
When I was in high school I was an oversharer. Before the term oversharer existed, I was sharing all over the place. It’s one of the ways I try to make other people feel more comfortable around me; I tell them goofy things about myself. There are plenty so it’s easy. (See what I did there?)
But I suppose it also came from a place of trust. I trusted that if I confided in someone they wouldn’t use it against me; wouldn’t talk shit about me.
Friends, I was wrong.
I was gossiped about hurtfully. It stings to this day. And I am nearly 35 years old.
Here’s something interesting:
A couple of years ago, someone from high school sent me a message on Facebook apologising for how they treated me back then. That was nice, wasn’t it?Add Comment