Personally, I'm Shocked

There are still some people who don't know that I write a blog. There are still some who haven't read it. There are a handful who don't care, and a minuscule amount who haven't subscribed.

I guess it shouldn't bother me. I write my own thoughts about faith and drivel.  My opinions are mine.  You may find a morsel that suggests that I'm talking about you, yourself and you. Chances are, unless it's specific, it's a mish-mash of a collection of friends and relatives. After all, my blog is about me, myself and I, and how the world looks through my slightly blurry vision.

Oh, I do care about you. I'm just tired of caring about whether or not you like me, whether all you notice is my (very) slowly shrinking gut or trendy jewelry. Sigh....I have a long way to go. I think I'm ok, then I get self-conscious all of a sudden. 

If you see me adjusting my belt or my sweater, that means I'm uncomfortable. If I chew my lip it means I am biting back anger or sarcasm. I am not complex.

I thought I had broad shoulders and was not easily hurt. I have to work on that.

I am not different from you. I just say out loud what I am feeling or thinking most of the time and you don't.  I got over my shyness in most situations long ago.

If you are reading my discourse for the first time, or the first time in a long time, I encourage you to check out the archives. Comment if you are so inclined. We can learn from each other.

Personally, I am shocked we haven't had this talk before!