I guess, one way or another…this topic is inevitable for me. In fact, I think I mentioned this topic before in regards to another situation which I assume a lot of you have already forgotten from your minds a while back. But putting that aside, let be get straight to the point.
My mother found the 100 Things About Me.
And she wants me to remove it.
Thanks to someone’s advice about it though…I figure maybe it is about time I took it down. Not permanently, but in order to come up with a better rewrite. At least something that’s still me and wouldn’t really give my mother a heart attack. Maybe it won’t be a 100 things about me, maybe it’ll be 50 concise things about me or 10. I don’t know.
What I do know is that as big as it is for any of our parents to read our blogs and discover a life that their kids have been living, a part of me, a large part of me sees nothing bad that comes out of this…at least not at my age. It would be really hypocritical about me to blog about blogging responsibilities and the right to freedom of speech and not practice it.
I mean after all…I wrote this…all this. As much as it terrifies my to know that my mother knows about my own life, how would that be different than the rest of you knowing about my own life? Ok…it’s different that they are my parents and whatever they say for the most part has been the word of law, but I shouldn’t be ashamed or embarressed that my parents actually read things about me.
I should be proud.
I should be responsible for what happens.
I know it’s going to be hard and tedious to explain to my parents about whatever I have done in my past or why two sentences about my sexual life is up there enough to shock them. Then again, I do hope that at the end of it all, they don’t define me through the things I have done, but rather…look at me for the person I have become through what has been done.
Yes, I have always lived under the shadow of my parents in fear, then again which of us children haven’t one way or another? No doubt about it, I will always be their son…even when I’m 40, I’ll always be their son. But at the end of it all, I’m still a person who lives in a world and is responsible for his own actions in that world. I’m old enough to be able to make decisions of my own and pay the prices for it as I have been doing for a long time.
I know what I’m getting into.
My parents didn’t teach me to be any other way.
So would this change the way I blog? No. Would this mean I password protect a lot of the things I have written before? No. What this means is, my parents know what I write and I would invite them to read my blog like anyone else who has. This is my blog and my life and I stand by it the way i have always stood by it as who I am in the world I live in. After all…you all know compared to some other more “femes” blogs out there…
My blog is downright prudish and boring.
So Ma…if you happen to be reading this, here is something that over the years I have learnt and followed and even blogged about.
I hope that you understand that none of this is meant to shock or embarress myself in public. It’s just a record of me. A record of my life and thoughts out there in the world and through it be true to myself as a person that I am.
Through it be true to the friends who have stood by me for who I am.