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Once again, a "new blog" post. You probably get the commitment issues by now huh? Anyway, at least this post is still fairly relevant.]
I suppose this is a heluva way to christen the new place, but what I am, sometimes, is jealous. I'd always mentally categorised myself as one of those "fairly straight talkers, except not odious, and not ever using 'I'm just being honest' as an excuse for inexcusable rudeness" types, and of late I haven't quite been able to be that person. And, sadly enough, it's been the act of looking at strangers' blogs that has prompted my mini-epiphany. I'm jealous, jealous because people seem to be able to share with the world a part of themselves I always thought best to - well, not hide, but not extoll either.
Maybe it's the weight of knowing, truly knowing, how small-minded people can be. Maybe it's finally having too many secrets. Maybe - just maybe - it's the fear that my mother will one day find me online and really know what I did with my day. Whatever the reason, I don't want to be jealous anymore. It's probably too soon to say whether the tone of this one will change. Probably. But hopefully, finally being able to lock posts will unlock words. And release burdens.
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