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Don’t I wish

No, really, I wish there was an easier way.  I wish there was a way I could explain to you what I think & feel that didn’t inevitably wind up with one or both of us grumpy or confused.

I know you don’t always know that state winds up being achieved, but then again, I’m incredibly good at masking my feelings (quiet all you who think I wear my heart on my sleeve – trust me, y’all don’t see everything).  Plus I’m not always positive you’d appreciate hearing me say again that I feel like you don’t understand what I’m saying.

Especially when we do it in writing.  Hell, part of this blog exercise is to teach me to be able to put words on “paper” that allows me to organize them enough that I have a chance of being understood.

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Okay – so that won’t be today.

Don’t get me wrong.  I still think you’re awesome.  I wouldn’t have invested the time I have in you if I didn’t. I just wish there was an easier way to let what’s in my head out without all the rest of the nonsense getting in the way.


What scares me?

You asked me what scares me, because you seemed to think that nothing did.

Good gravy, I’m sorry that I’ve given that impression.  I’m scared of just about everything – there are fewer bigger scaredy cats than me.

I’m scared of falling – to the point where I’ve sat on a bench and sobbed instead of just falling over onto the 3′ of foam cushions & the waiting arms of a friend.

Scared of failing – pretty much take any definition of fail and I’m afraid of it – disappointing people, not doing the job as well as I should, afraid of not being successful even when I know I learn the greatest lessons in failure.

Scared of people, which is the one that makes me laugh the hardest – I’m terrified of letting people know what I really feel and what I really think.  I spent the first 20 years of my life constantly the new kid and ostracized and periodically beaten for being “the new kid”.

The reason I work so hard to overcome my fears is that I have to live and living inside the walls of my fears would rapidly change my life from a life to bubble wrap – supposedly fun & cool & safe, but very quickly extremely unengaging.

I’m scared of not leaving any lasting impression on the world.  Ultimately, though, I’m not the one who’ll decide if people remember me or what I did, because by the time that’s relevant, I’ll be gone.  So – I try to deal with my fear.  Sometimes I overcompensate in enormous ways and I wind up convincing people I care about that nothing frightens me.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.  After all – people I care about?  They are the ones I fear the most, cause they can cut my heart out with a single word.