Writing about our life so often and in such detail has led to more than one friend asking, “What will you not write about?” And there isn’t really an answer. I would never write about anything to intentionally hurt someone. I have a deep belief that when you publish words, via email or blog or actual handwriting that they need to be positive words, because they will be revisited time and again. I can’t bear the thought of being unkind with the permanence of the written word. So I’m sort of the opposite of the crowd there – wherein many people have found refuge on the Internet to be the meanest they can be. I think I’m generally nicer in writing than I am in person. It’s actually a damn shame sometimes – the things I say. I often wonder where my filter is, and who turned it off?
I also won’t write about secrets I’ve been bound to. I’m actually an incredibly great secret-keeper. I think it comes from my days as a Substance Abuse Counselor, when confidentiality was part of the trade. One caveat – I will always tell every secret to Anson. He’s my weakness and I can’t stand to know something that he’s not in on.
But I still have my little cache of things most people don’t know about me. For instance, if I relax my eyes, I will see everything in double. And not only when I’m drunk, all the time. I think that’s why I get headaches so often. That’s another thing about me – I usually have a headache. Which is probably why I drink so much coffee. But I also drink it to curb my appetite, which leads to the thing I think I like least about myself. My self-esteem is incestuously tied to the number on the scale.
What about you? You can use the anonymity here to let the world know something about yourself. Or you can put your name down and own it. Either way, I find introspection to be a good thing. What do most people not know about you?