I cant believe I’m writing a blog. It seemed an impossible task, to write something and be seen. I’ve resisted it because I grew up a scapegoat. Lots of shame and fear — to be noticed. Funny, because I did a little acting, and wrote a part for myself very similar to experiences I’ve had. Not too pretty. Effective, but I didn’t want people to know that it might have had a grain of truth. And then I did want them to know, you know, matter of fact like, but that was kind of embarrassing. Not something to advertise if you want to pass, you know, for normal. You know, for a functioning person you could trust and stuff. Like with your kid or something. Or to go shopping with and do lunch....
Anyway, I’m glad I started. Chances are no one will read this anyway because I don’t want to go around and publicize this. But I do want to write. I did comment on a blog “narcissists suck.” And here I am. Pretty simple.
By the way, I really liked that movie, Chuck & Buck. Pretty amazing. I don’t know if I’ll ever be as comfortable as Mike White seems to be with himself. Who knows!?
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