Enough about me...

...let's talk about me!

Okay, here's something new.

If you've been keeping up with this online diary, you know a lot about me. Probably more than one should know about a person unless you've been married for 50 years.

Who ever talks about this kind of material?
I really don't think anyone does.

Maybe it's a fear to let people know your true feelings, and to voice your inner conflicts. You might come across this blog by chance, but it is more than likely that you are someone I know. Every time I see someone I know, I ponder to myself, do they know what I wrote, what I'm thinking? Obviously if I was uncomfortable with that, I would not keep writing these pieces.

I stare this person in the eyes, either not knowing much about the person, or knowing a little bit, or knowing a lot. I only know a few people very well.

This is not a guilt trip into trying to get one to talk about sensitive material. When you are comfortable, and if the topic comes up, I'm sure you would share your experience. My deal is that a person might have a great sense of who I am and where I am coming from. I will not say that this makes me uncomfortable, but it makes me question where I stand, and sometimes (if you can believe it) with nothing to say.

This is my return to you, gentle reader.

You have taken the time to listen to my ongoing story by reading this blog.
Thank you for that.

I'm offering my patience to hear your story if you ever need an ear.

Anything goes. Everything stays.
(Explaination upon request)