I think about a lot of things I don’t talk about here and I’ve been wondering lately why that is.
Is it because I grew up (mostly) in the suburbs and absorbed way too many “middle-class” values? After all polite people don’t discuss certain things (think Wendy Bemish‘s mother’s ever present “cancer” whisper).
Is it because a lot of the folks who comment here I now consider friends and am slightly afraid of revealing allmost of my secrets?
Is it because my brain is too full and I haven’t really been able to think coherently about these things as of yet? I don’t think it’s this last one, either that or my brain’s started to suffer the same problem as my work: so much to do I’m paralyzed, unable to start one thing because they all clamor for attention with equal ferocity.
Things that don’t get discussed here:
• sex
• love
• terrorism
• either of the -inities (femm or masc)
• women
• spirituality
• writing and the nature of it all
• regrets
• dreams and wishes
• money
• depression
Or maybe it’s because these things aren’t worth discussing. I need to think about this some more.
In the meantime, have some Guess Who