I am kind of freaking out about how much information I post on this blog, but I can’t really come up with a logical reason for why I should be.
At this point, it is not so much that I am afraid people are going to find out these things about me (okay, maybe there are a still few things and a few people), but, strangely, I am more paranoid about people seeing that I’ve decided to share all of this private stuff.
My experience is that even the most unexpected people are really accepting in private, but that there is something indecent about sharing the same things in public. I feel like I am violating a social code or something. Does that make sense?
I mean, I really don’t know what penalty I think I will pay if people find out all this stuff or that I am sharing it publicly. As many of you have already said, people who pretend they’ve got it all together are usually full of shit. And it seems clear that I am gaining a great personal benefit by sharing all of my terrible stuff with you.
But, I’ve told you before that I still have panic attacks about this blog. They are fewer and farther between, but I am having one right now.
Countup: 70 days of sobriety. Damn, that is starting to sound like something.
Countdown: 88 days until I move into my RV! I have to buy something, soon.
Ask me anything you want to know about the internal combustion engine.
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