they don't teach you this stuff in school

I'm going to write a movie about my life this week, and it's going to be one of those that you don't even really want to watch because it's all bad things happening to good people. If, of course, you subscribe to the notion that I'm good people. Which maybe you don't. This week? You wouldn't be alone.

A tad melodramatic? Perhaps. But it seems I have made some boo-boos with this blog, and I think karma is paying me back for it by spilling entire cups of coffee all in my lap and all over the crossword puzzle at 6:45 in the morning. And also giving me a cold sore. AWESOME.

And here's the thing. I hate it when people vaguely allude to things, particularly dramatic things, by saying something like, "Some stuff happened this week with a certain person, but I really can't talk about it right now." What the EFF is that? If you're going to be all covert about an issue, just don't mention it all, because even if I've never even met you I am now assuming that it was ME who did something to offend you. And of course, you know I read your blog, so that's why you're not writing about it. Mostly I think this because I have some weird complex about always believing I'm in trouble whenever someone so much as looks at me sideways or emphasizes a syllable of my name the wrong way. I'm nervous sometimes, like a small deer. So sue me.

So since I hate that vague-ness so very, VERY much, I won't be vague. I talk about a lot of people and events on this blog, and it was brought to my attention this week that all those people (and maybe events, too, but I'm not certain they have the capacity to be concerned) aren't necessarily crazy about being blogged about. And just like Bobby Brown and Britney Spears said, it's totally their prerogative. And I'm trying to respect it.

I say trying because, to just be completely honest, I have a hard time relating to people who are more private about their personal lives. Because I'm just not. My family members have commented in the past about some of the details that I share falling into what they would consider to be the TMI category. And everyone's "TMI" is different -- figuring out how to respect that and still feel free to write about my life is a balancing act, and one I'm still learning.


cheers,
elizabeth