This space was to be my outlet for me. I envisioned it as the secret little book, in the tin box, wrapped in plastic bags, buried near some ugly bush in the back yard. That one I would dig back up to see who I was, how I felt at certain times in my life, how others made me feel and finally allowed me to just vent if needed.
I am happy to now have kindren souls who through this storage meduim on a SQL server find my feelings and thoughts interesting enough to leave a part of their own thoughts here. Their thoughts and words sometimes tie in so well that it almost feels as if they are my own.
However, sometimes their comments are just spooky...
"I don't know why, but I'm surprised to hear your wife doesn't know about your blog. Not that that's a bad thing -- or good either, I guess -- just surprising." -Kay
Kay, about 30 minutes after I made the comment to you, I was trying to figure out how to save my creation from the Donald Indigo Trump take over. I was sitting in bed with my wife tapping away moving fake stocks around and explaining this game to her. The game is based on blog value. She asked if I had a blog and I answered yes. I then asked if she would like to read it. She said only if I wanted her to. So from the sanctuary of our bed, I handed the laptop to her to read my blog. A few smiles, a few giggles and some questions on how to read it all as I moved from the bed to the chair to just walking around the room - rinse repeat. I have known my wife for close to 20 years, I should have known that she would be supportive of this effort as she has always been of me. She is the inspiration to change my jaded look on life.
Plus the sex is great. ;)
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