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There are so many things going on that I can't put in public entries. LiveJournal has become one of those subjects that comes up in casual conversation when you're getting to know people you'll see every day. One of the reasons I don't post a lot of personal public entries is to spare the hypersensitive and self-oblivious.
Obviously I can't be completely honest with people without them feeling the need to lambast me. Why? Am I a bastard? Thoughtless? Hateful? That depends on who you ask. I don't think I'm any of those things. The fact that I'm opinionated and a little strange seems to give people whose feelings I've hurt a free ticket to abuse me. So, I keep it to myself and a chosen few, along with the sense of humor that makes such opinions fun to read.
There is a link to this journal on my website (wynnec.com, which I haven't updated in forever), and a handful of people I know or knew also check back with me now and then. There are coworkers, former and current, that I don't want to reveal so much of myself to in order to keep some professional decorum in the office. The last thing I want is sympathy while I attempt to resolve personal issues.
So while I'm feeding my blog jones and seeing in my user info that there are others out there who want to read more of my writing I have to stop and think. I have attracted more new readers in the last month than I have in the two or three years I've been blogging here. I wonder what it is I'm doing that's so interesting. It could be the declining fear in my community participation, or that the thoughts I make public are entertaining, but I can't be sure. Perhaps it's just That Time of Year.
At any rate, there's a lot going on under here. I am currently trying my hand on the other side of the coin as an Art Director for our label, and getting used to cat ownership. Many compliments have come my way at work recently which I am grateful for. There is still a family matter I can do very little about, and the urge to do something anyway, but that's probably normal. This weekend is going to be packed with activity, which is why I am posting this publicly. No weekend LJ for me. Nope nope nope.
Obviously I can't be completely honest with people without them feeling the need to lambast me. Why? Am I a bastard? Thoughtless? Hateful? That depends on who you ask. I don't think I'm any of those things. The fact that I'm opinionated and a little strange seems to give people whose feelings I've hurt a free ticket to abuse me. So, I keep it to myself and a chosen few, along with the sense of humor that makes such opinions fun to read.
There is a link to this journal on my website (wynnec.com, which I haven't updated in forever), and a handful of people I know or knew also check back with me now and then. There are coworkers, former and current, that I don't want to reveal so much of myself to in order to keep some professional decorum in the office. The last thing I want is sympathy while I attempt to resolve personal issues.
So while I'm feeding my blog jones and seeing in my user info that there are others out there who want to read more of my writing I have to stop and think. I have attracted more new readers in the last month than I have in the two or three years I've been blogging here. I wonder what it is I'm doing that's so interesting. It could be the declining fear in my community participation, or that the thoughts I make public are entertaining, but I can't be sure. Perhaps it's just That Time of Year.
At any rate, there's a lot going on under here. I am currently trying my hand on the other side of the coin as an Art Director for our label, and getting used to cat ownership. Many compliments have come my way at work recently which I am grateful for. There is still a family matter I can do very little about, and the urge to do something anyway, but that's probably normal. This weekend is going to be packed with activity, which is why I am posting this publicly. No weekend LJ for me. Nope nope nope.
