Out and About
How’s it going?
You know, I’ve been doing some dangerous thinking.
I’ve been in a cocoon. For four years.
It’s ok. It was safe. I had other priorities. Two of them. Small ones. Getting bigger every day.
And there were the break-ins, along with the neighborhood going to hell.
The lack of support from the in-laws (sorry, O) that turned into downright, soul-crushing criticism and hostility.
The great distance and longing for home. Whatever that is.
I’ve been lost. Unsure.
“You need to overcome this painful shyness,” O says.
You good people have taken the time to get to know me, and I appreciate that more than I can ever say.
Without ever even seeing my face.
That’s a lot of trust, if you think about it.
Now since we’ve moved, I’ve been meeting people ‘out here’ in the Real World.
They seem to like me.
They don’t know me like you do.
But they have my face.
I’ve been looking around here. Some folks show their faces, (and other things) some don’t. The reasons vary, but mostly have to do with a concern about being ‘outed.
But I’ve been thinking,
what have I got to lose?
I mean, several of you already know what I look like.
The rest of you good people, I’ve come to know over the past several months.
I’ve got no sickos reading my blog.
Well, yeah I do, but you’re my kind of sickos.
Maybe I’ll only keep it up for a day or two. Maybe I’ll recover my senses and take it down.
Or maybe I won’t.