I suppose this blog would be more interesting, or at least be more titillating, if I were not such a private person. I don't share my name and whereabouts, but I also don't talk about the occasional class drama, or my opinions about various class members, or who slept with whom. It's not that there are not these things to say, it's that they cannot be unsaid.
It may also be that being a middle-aged law student has been useful in this regard. I am mindful that those words flung in anger don't taste very good when I have to eat them later, and that intimate human relations are not fodder for group discussions.
I'm sorry if my restraint makes this blog less entertaining. Some part of me wants to record the details of the human I am, the experiences that I can't post now, and then have them published posthumously. But really, who will care by then- other than my two sons, who would be mortified to know some of the things I've done, and bored silly by others. For sure I've not done or experienced anything that many other humans haven't also done.
There is also the conceit of wanting to be liked, admired or at least not reviled. So what's the likelihood that I would record the goings-on accurately? More probable that I would either rewrite history, or cast myself in a better light, while vilifying those I dislike.
So things remain unsaid, but not undone. The high road, the low road, all taken at one time or another.
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