My best friend and best man Tim has said of me on several occasions (including at the wedding) that the he likes about me is that there is no real mystery about where I stand on things. I say what I think. This has landed me in trouble countless times, but I tend to rationalize that being passive-aggressive, manipulative, guilt-inducing or otherwise dishonest (or only partially forthcoming) would cause far more toxicity in my life than the few times I over-share.
Given this tendency, I very much write in this blog whatever is on my mind, without any regard to who the audience may be. I do it for me, so whatever. But there are times where I start to realize that I need to also be aware that it is public, so the audience can be anyone. We had some conversations last weekend at BooBuzz where people knew a lot about what was going on in my life. While none of it was anything that needs to be a secret, I guess I was a little creeped out that anyone would remember the details of my relatively average life. Maybe I share too much.
There's also the issue where people can misinterpret what I write, and God knows that's happened more times than I can count. It's not that anyone is that arrogant to think it's about them, as much as you'd be surprised just how much people have things in common. And sometimes, you just need to remember to tell people directly how you feel about them, just to make sure they know.
I'm not sure what to do with those realizations exactly. Just something that I was thinking about.