I knew there was a possibility he'd be reading...but not seriously. He just came out and said it. "I've been reading your blog...and it's (actually) really good." After I realized I wasn't actually speaking the thoughts swarming in my head, I managed to shove out an awkward chuckle, followed by a sincere "Really?" I can't remember what was said after that...but slowly my shock (whaaa?) evolved to embarrassment (omg, what have I said?) to confusion (why are YOU reading?) to absolute unwavering irritation (you really have some nerve). Slowly my awkward half smile became a hard middle-school lip curl.
Besides the fact that I (emphasize the singular responsibility) decided to write a PUBLIC blog, can a girl get some privacy? But who can blame him, if the shoe were on the other foot, I'd read too...and so would you, good people. Wouldn't you read a private card or letter of a past/present beau if left wide-out in the open? Hell, give you a password and you may even read a few emails and check a few voice mail messages. Moms read their daughters' diaries, girlfriends turn Snoopy, and boyfriends (cyber) stalk. It is what it is. But who is to blame?
Blame STUPIDITY. I can think of at least 13 STUPID mistakes explaining Tiger "Cheetah" Woods' revoked privacy privileges. Mashonda and Swizz Beaks? Stop being STUPID arguing on Twitter and save that dialogue for the courtroom. Finalize the divorce already, so we too can move on with our lives. But celebs aren't the only ones prone to an occasional dummy-move. We all have had a moment when a lapse in judgement has resulted in something personal ending up on Front St.
So chalk it up as a lesson learned, and accept that we choose how many windows we open into our world, and to whom. It is impossible to pry something open that isn't already partially ajar. All we can do is guard our words and actions, so when life thrusts us into the spotlight, we can hold our heads high with dignity. So admittedly, my lip curl has lessened to a smile. I haven't written for two weeks agonizing if my words would be clever enough. Fagedaboutit. I'm back like Ma$on Betha and thankful you're still here to listen (read), good people...even if you-know-who is eavesdropping, lol. Guess he still can use just a little ping. in his life too. Priceless.