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One time, when I was very little, in Germany, my dad had horrible awful hiccups that would not go away. So my mom decided that her and I should turn off all of the lights in the house, go into my room, put white sheets over ourselves and stand there silently until my dad walked by, so that we could scare the hiccups away. He walked by, got scared seeing two creepy white forms standing in the dark, and then got mad. I don’t remember if his hiccups went away because of that, but remembering it now makes me laugh.
I get sad knowing that memories are elusory. I wonder how different my childhood details actually were from what I remember of them.
I struggle regularly with the decision to let this blog become more personal, or to keep things light and on the surface. Sometimes I write posts only to delete them before they ever go live.
I can’t figure out how to sit and work ergonomically in my office. My right shoulder and neck cramp up and the muscles burn, and it drives me crazy. I just always end up slouching and moving into a bad position.
I feel guilty about a lot of things. You’d think I’d been raised in a church.
When I am older and have accomplished most of what I have set out to do, I want to spend the rest of my life living in Crete.
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This entry was posted on Friday, November 16th, 2007 at 7:48 pm and is filed under the adventures.
8:37 pm on November 16th, 2007
I love your drawings. Really. I do.
9:06 pm on November 16th, 2007
your site is very interesting- and i also love Greece
10:00 pm on November 16th, 2007
I feel you on #3, and I laughed out loud at #6. Hee. Thanks for the tag.
1:39 am on November 17th, 2007
I think all of us struggle with how personal we should allow ourselves to get on our blogs. A while ago I just thought to myself, self: SCREW IT! My blog is not anonymous either; and although I may change my URL, I just decided that you know what, it’s my space. I write about what I want to write about, and if someone has a problem they can kiss my BUTT. There are times when I do censor myself because I’m not anonymous, but this is usually out of consideration for other people’s feelings. If it’s about me, I generally just spill.
Such a fine line though. I’ve deleted a post or two in my day. And of course now that I have a psycho cyber-stalker, I wonder sometimes how much personal info I should really be writing about.
Oh and I feel guilty about everything all the time. Sucks, doesn’t it?
10:37 pm on November 18th, 2007
In regard to #2- I also wonder how many of my memories are actually memories, and how many events/people I think I remember because I’ve seen them in home movies, heard about them from my parents, and talked about them so many times.
3:19 pm on November 19th, 2007
awe thanks for the tag – i will complete it soon i promise :)
and that illustration is adorable!
2:15 pm on September 19th, 2008
WONDERFUL! I want to be there.
3:30 pm on September 19th, 2008
Self-doubt is the burden of all people who think.