Go figure
Heh.
So here I am.
I am feeling rather exposed...sheepish...and a bit embarassed.
I started this thing so that I would have a place to sort through all of the emotional junk that is associated with my Daddy/little girl revelations, and although its a great idea in theory, it is hard to put into paractice. At least for me. Especially after rereading my last post and seeing all of my er..... "stuff" hanging out there, flapping in the breeze, on the great "Blogger clothesline", for everyone to see.
Heh.
Uh, yeah, I guess I feel sort of like that.
On the other hand, I could look at it this way: The outlet does prevent me from emotionally hemorrhaging all over those that care about me by filling their inboxes with long, angst filled emails. I mean, noone deserves getting bushwacked by an emotional letter bomb first thing on a Monday morning. And of course there is always the resulting awkward, anxious feeling that I get when I have disclosed too much.
And although I am all for the healthy benefits of the whole "bearing of the soul" thing (really I am!), sometimes its nice to have an outlet where a person can manage their junk and others can read and commiserate *if* they so desire.
Hmm....
I am feeling a little less sheepish than I was a few moments ago, and I think I am going to really dig this whole blog thing.
There is alot to be said for talking to myself. In front of complete strangers. Rather, talking to myself and then sharing the conversation with complete strangers who might happen to stumble across this blog.
In a way its like spilling my guts on the Jerry Springer show with a hood over my head. Not that I am trying to insinuate anything with my "Jerry Springer" reference..... because I am not.....I could have just as easily said Oprah or Dr. Phil or....... whatever, you get my point. I am sharing intimate details.....my emotional junk.....with complete strangers.
And I dont even feel the least bit odd about that.
On the other hand, I get my bare bottom spanked on a regular basis by a certain stern looking gentleman, and I dont feel odd about that either.
Go figure.
So here I am.
I am feeling rather exposed...sheepish...and a bit embarassed.
I started this thing so that I would have a place to sort through all of the emotional junk that is associated with my Daddy/little girl revelations, and although its a great idea in theory, it is hard to put into paractice. At least for me. Especially after rereading my last post and seeing all of my er..... "stuff" hanging out there, flapping in the breeze, on the great "Blogger clothesline", for everyone to see.
Heh.
Uh, yeah, I guess I feel sort of like that.
On the other hand, I could look at it this way: The outlet does prevent me from emotionally hemorrhaging all over those that care about me by filling their inboxes with long, angst filled emails. I mean, noone deserves getting bushwacked by an emotional letter bomb first thing on a Monday morning. And of course there is always the resulting awkward, anxious feeling that I get when I have disclosed too much.
And although I am all for the healthy benefits of the whole "bearing of the soul" thing (really I am!), sometimes its nice to have an outlet where a person can manage their junk and others can read and commiserate *if* they so desire.
Hmm....
I am feeling a little less sheepish than I was a few moments ago, and I think I am going to really dig this whole blog thing.
There is alot to be said for talking to myself. In front of complete strangers. Rather, talking to myself and then sharing the conversation with complete strangers who might happen to stumble across this blog.
In a way its like spilling my guts on the Jerry Springer show with a hood over my head. Not that I am trying to insinuate anything with my "Jerry Springer" reference..... because I am not.....I could have just as easily said Oprah or Dr. Phil or....... whatever, you get my point. I am sharing intimate details.....my emotional junk.....with complete strangers.
And I dont even feel the least bit odd about that.
On the other hand, I get my bare bottom spanked on a regular basis by a certain stern looking gentleman, and I dont feel odd about that either.
Go figure.