Friday, June 24, 2005

Tag!—I'm Not It

So, Ian tagged me with the question What relaxes you? He did this, this tagging, days ago. And I haven't responded because I am paralyzed by the question.

People—certain people, lately—have been confused by my blogging and have wondered directly to my little blogging face why I choose (in their words) to "reveal" so much about myself and my family. I believe the exact query was, "Why? Why do you do it?" This struck me as a touch dramatic. As if I wander the streets of my neighborhood naked every Thursday between 1 and 3 pm, and I've posted fliers on the telephone poles to let everyone know. There's a big difference between laying bare my heart (which, hi, I do not do) and sharing my irrational fear of large birds. But, I have to admit that this person's apparent deep concern gave me pause. Do I say too much?

Now, thanks to Ian, I realize that I do not. And I know that for sure because...I'm not comfortable answering the question, "What relaxes you?"

At least not here in my blog.

Which, by the way, is a place I come to relax.

*strikes the kickin'-it-on-the-front-stoop pose*


Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor said...

Hey Ver! About 'saying too much' in blogs...I've been musing this too, but I think it's much like the 'advice' we are sometimes given by well meaning folk who need to tell us how to raise our children...or cook our meals...or fold our laundry...or amuse our spouses...

It's usually more about the 'advisor's' insecurities rather than our apparent inability to conduct our lives sanely. BJPR noted on my blog too about the fact we're all adults, and we have to trust ourselves to do the best. And be willing to be responsible for both our successes and failures. How we share that with the world is our own gift. So keep on keepin' on however and whenever, cause I'm right there with ya.

ver said...

Yeah, Bec, I think you're right about the fears/insecurity of the person asking all the questions. I'm just gonna do my thing because, well, it's my thing.

(I can't believe I just wrote that: "...because, well, it's my thing?"!!! Alas, it is all the brilliance I can muster at midnight...)

the spy in the sandwich said...

sometimes i feel my blog is a fiction of myself. :)

TatangREtong said...

Well, when I was in a Catholic elementary school, I told the priest that I was lusting after the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th grade teachers. After that, pretty much nothing is taboo.