Hell, talk about an understatement!
Not too long ago I listened, amused, as a much younger woman told a story of a man she kinda, sorta knew who made what she thought was a totally out of left field pass at her. She was shocked at what she thought was his completely inappropriate behavior. Shocked. And offended.
I was not shocked. The way she told the story, he’d been building up to it for hours. She just misinterpreted his actions as “friendly” as opposed to, “I wanna fuck you.”
Hey, it happens. You live, you learn.
I’m still learning. Lots of things.
Like about this blog. When I sit down to write, I pretty much write what I want to write. For the people who read me every day/most of the time. The people who send me emails, correspond with me on twitter. My audience. They/you are not huge. And you’re certainly not homogenous. You’re just a cool group of folks from around the world who found this random little site and find something worthwhile here. Worth coming back for.
Even when I’m off my game.
I know that other people find me. And that’s cool, too. That every day new people pop by. But sometimes I forget that the new folks aren’t in on the joke. That the shit I’m posting now bears no resemblance to stuff I wrote a year ago, when I was feeling good and dating… If you know what I mean?
Anyway, I’m babbling. It’s just that I’ve been feeling really conflicted, lately. I feel like I’ve drifted into writing about things that I never wanted to write about. To make so much more of ME public than I’m comfortable with. And now I get these totally weird and inappropriate messages from strangers that completely freak me out.