I don't understand why people are private, guarding their feelings and opinions.
I mean, I understand if you don't want to hang your underwear on your outdoor clothesline or if you don't want to discuss your childhood traumas with strangers.
But privacy? It just seems weird to me.
I'm completely open about everything. I see no reason not to be.
I've been known to be extremely open and up-front about everything from discussing personal issues, family histories, sexual experiences, my irritation with my child, everything. Obviously I try to keep my discussions to an appropriate audience.
But I just feel like other people are so tight-lipped about everything. And my response to that is: Why? What is your big secret? Did someone tell you that you have to remain quiet to retain an air of mystery? Mystery is overrated. Do you know what mystery is? Mystery is a lie, an illusion. Be open about who you are, what you're thinking, what you're feeling, what you want, and what you want to talk about, and when you need to fart. That way, your friends will be real friends. Your discussions will be deeper, or at least more interesting.
I think part of the reason I'm so open is that I wish everyone was. I
want to know everyone's opinions on everything. I want to know where
you've been and how it affected you. I want to know your dreams and who
you wish to be. I want to see your wedding pictures and hear about how
your kids behave. I just care about that kind of stuff. Not to say that
I'm an overly-caring, sweet person...more so to say that I'm an
observer, a watcher, probably a stalker on occasion.
I wasn't always this way. In fact, I used to be extremely
tight-lipped about almost everything. I used to never cry, never talk
about my feelings, never show myself. I wasn't quiet by any means - in
fact, I was loud and obnoxious, probably to cover up my insecurities.
But now that I've been through so much shit in life - and excuse my language, but that's what it was: shit - I've grown far more confident in everything about myself. I know my strengths and my weaknesses and I know that my weaknesses don't diminish my strengths. I know my fears, dreams, hopes, and desires and I know that they are right for me, they're not just things I was told to do or be or want. I know my role as a mom and as a fiance and I know more of what lies in my future. So I don't need to hide. I don't need to be quiet. I don't need to apologizing for what I feel or what I want.
I also don't feel the need to be reserved or emotionally detached anymore. It's a weird, nice freedom. I think someday I'll become accustomed to this openness and I'll finally find a happy medium between the old, loud-to-cover-up-vulnerability me, and the current over-sharing hyper-opinionated me.
Damn.... this entry would never have even been slightly true just a few weeks before I met Dan. What the heck?