Whenever I meet people I know in real life that happen to read my journal, it icks me out. I know there is a risk with putting your business out there, but I hate to connect the dots of my innermost thoughts with the people I know in real life. I feel like they have questions they would like to ask me but can't. Maybe they are afraid to have me aware they they can connect those dots but they don't ask me. And you can almost read the question in their thoughts, the way they look at you says it all. And I am just sitting there wondering, "What part of me bums them out? What part would I have rather not said online?"
I wonder how people who write memoirs feel. I've often thought of that, writing a memoir. But with a memoir there has to be some kind of resolution, until a resolution comes, it's a just a story of one person's life that continues and continues.
In other news, went to see Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. Not Very Good. Yes, Jacques Brel, I, aspiring writer said that. I hate musicals. That is musicals without one single piece of dialogue. I found myself drifting in and out of my thoughts unable to listen to the songs to read through the story, because the story is in the songs but if you find yourself not listening, you've lost the story, or if you find that yourself faced with an inaudible word, then you're screwed. Like I was. So, it was worth the $30 it cost me. Hopefully, I can save someone else from making that mistake.
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