I told Wendy about my high school blog that is now a book (lulu.com). I added that reading it was cracking me up, because the very first entry is, "I WANT A HUSBAND" and the second is, "I WANT BABIES." This is when I was a junior in high school, before I took sociology classes and before a friend described childbirth in excruciating detail.
Wendy looked at me with sad eyes and asked, "Was it embarrassing?"
"Oh my gosh, yes!" I answered emphatically.
"I always wondered why you wrote stuff like that. I felt bad for you."
"Wait, what? I'm not embarrassed that I wrote it. I'm embarrassed that I was like that."
"That's nothing to be embarrassed about! We all have thoughts like that at some time or another."
"So we agree that it is embarrassing, but for totally different reasons?"
The thing is, I have a much wider scope of things that are acceptable to share. While I still hide parts of my brain from my blog (and I did then, too, which is even more disturbing), I'm mostly in favor of being ridiculously, hilariously honest. I think relationships and community at large would be better, or at least more entertaining, if we all shared our insecurities, desires, and weird thoughts.
The main topic I avoid on blogs are negative thoughts about specific people. I once wrote a blog complaining about my friends, and they called me out on it, and I learned my lesson. Airing complaints online is the worst thing ever. But myself? Open book. Mostly.
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