One of the reasons I'd be reluctant to try to write on the above topics is because many of them are very hazy in my mind.
My first kiss? I'm really not sure. I suppose it depends on what you call a kiss, and even then I'm not sure. My beliefs in great detail would probably go for many, many pages, possibly a book. I'm not sure I have a favorite memory and I don't remember most of my birthday's. They're fun to celebrate, but seldom worth remembering.
Writing about my fears would also be very difficult. I often say that I fear that folks won't truly understand me when I write about things, and so the stuff that is most important to me, I elude at or approach from a sideways perspective. Once, just once, someone replied to one of my posts showing that they had understood completely what had cause me to write the post, and they sympathized with my predicament. I don't think anything else has made me more frightened than the thought that someone out there actually DID understand me, and still liked me.
So, from that last sentence, it's a good thing that I have no clue what you're talking about half the time and yet still think you're a great person? :-)
I understand where you're coming from. As I mentioned in my other reply, you don't have to do this publicly. It can't hurt even if you just keep a word doc going and add to it every so often. It's cathartic, but not everyone's an emotional exhibitionist as I am.
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My first kiss? I'm really not sure. I suppose it depends on what you call a kiss, and even then I'm not sure. My beliefs in great detail would probably go for many, many pages, possibly a book. I'm not sure I have a favorite memory and I don't remember most of my birthday's. They're fun to celebrate, but seldom worth remembering.
Writing about my fears would also be very difficult. I often say that I fear that folks won't truly understand me when I write about things, and so the stuff that is most important to me, I elude at or approach from a sideways perspective. Once, just once, someone replied to one of my posts showing that they had understood completely what had cause me to write the post, and they sympathized with my predicament. I don't think anything else has made me more frightened than the thought that someone out there actually DID understand me, and still liked me.
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I understand where you're coming from. As I mentioned in my other reply, you don't have to do this publicly. It can't hurt even if you just keep a word doc going and add to it every so often. It's cathartic, but not everyone's an emotional exhibitionist as I am.
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