Living in Public
The loss of a new friend from public spotlight-itis makes me wonder whether it’s worth it to continue living my life as an open blog. Right now, I don’t have an answer to that question. I’m just taking the fall…
(Video: Some days, it’s really hard to be a blogger.)
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While I happily got the wrong end of the stick (mostly) in this close-to-the-bone video post, I have chosen to leave it up to preserve the integrity of CHICAGO CARLESS.
In truth, I do live in pubic on this blog, and I’m not the blogger I claim to be–or want to be–if I edit away parts of my story just because in hindsight they may be painful, embarrassing, or somewhat off the mark.
This post represents a tender moment in my life, and my reaction to not knowing the full story behind a friend’s actions. I was confused and sad, and it shows. That’s OK.
I cannot imagine having a job as punishingly stressful as Sonny’s. No matter where we end up, my support and friendship are his without condition. And we’ve agreed, we’re both a little crazy at times.
As it turns out, that’s OK, too.