librarian
him : you should blog
me : why should i blog ?
him : well, you live such an interesting life. and the way you speak. you'd be a good writer.
i'm thinking to myself... about that me - not me thread from last month, and all sorts of other things.. like outing myself as poly. or as a sexual creature. i kept wanting to say my sweetie ZK or YB or whatever. and I couldn't.
i think part of it is still feeling around - figuring it out.
what the heck am i invested in? this is a random person, that i met at a place where i knew noone. it's not like i will bump into him, or go back to that open mic...
no. it's the fear of abandonment. of being judged. of people thinking that i am not ____ enough. and it doesn't matter if it is a complete stranger or my dad.
me : why should i blog ?
him : well, you live such an interesting life. and the way you speak. you'd be a good writer.
i'm thinking to myself... about that me - not me thread from last month, and all sorts of other things.. like outing myself as poly. or as a sexual creature. i kept wanting to say my sweetie ZK or YB or whatever. and I couldn't.
i think part of it is still feeling around - figuring it out.
what the heck am i invested in? this is a random person, that i met at a place where i knew noone. it's not like i will bump into him, or go back to that open mic...
no. it's the fear of abandonment. of being judged. of people thinking that i am not ____ enough. and it doesn't matter if it is a complete stranger or my dad.