The urge to cut and run just when things have cautiously indicated that they are going to go well, is an urge that is tiringly familiar. It's annoying, but it's there. Like a puppy that insists on following you everywhere and humps your leg when you stop moving.
I'm not an animal lover. Kittens frighten me. Puppies, of course, hump my leg.
I've spent most of my life being invisible, being a part of the walls; beginning to blog was the decision to walk out of them and put myself 'out there' in some limited and (limitedly) controlled manner, to make a change. But this has become less about the posting and more about the reactions. It has become less new, less sexy, less fun. I'm bored.
I'm going back into happy obscurity.
Until I'm back - if you've any good taste, you'll miss me. ;) For everyone else, there's always the one-fingered salute.
Love y'all. Some more than others. Most, not really.
Another self portrait
1 month ago