My parents discovered my blog today and hate that I'm sharing so much in a public forum. They fear that the black, hispanic and aryan gangs from Oz will hunt me down for my having alluded mildly to them raping me anally with toilet plungers and bicycle frames. They fear that my friends will be unsympathetic to my distress and make my butt the butt of their jokes. They fear that someone "important" will see this blog and think untoward thoughts that will magically destroy my career prospects so that I can never be the corporate lawyer and heart surgeon I was nurtured and bribed to be.
Seriously though, why I am opening up so publicly about such a private topic is a valid question. I do think my priorities are shifting rapidly as life really is short and hey - I just realized this - I am mortal (wtf!). What else do we have in this fruit fly length of a life but the ability to laugh, share and live without fear as much as possible? What's the point of living a life, hidden away from everyone, not daring to be different, not expressing your fears, your failures, your loves, and your triumphs? True friends will be and are there and schadenfreude can rest another day.
"You better watch out or the insects will get you"
ReplyDeleteThe only thing your "enemies" could do to you is steal your illness. And I belive you would say to them: welcome.
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