Too open
Open book
I’m an open book,
with a technicolour cover
that tells it all.
No mystery,
no intrigue,
nothing to catch a reader’s eye,
nothing to make them want
to find out more
about the story inside.
[Sleeping Daisy]
I think I share too much. More than I should. It’s not just about me - when I talk about how I feel, I’m talking about someone else too. There’s another involved. And it’s all very well sharing with the anonymity of blogging. But offline…
“If one partner doesn’t know whether they can trust the other, they will not share certain things. And these may be the kinds of things that if there were trust, would bring them together.
Is this between you and me,
or you, me, and your friends?
Because that is going to change how much I tell you,
how much I let you in,
how much I trust you with,
how much I give to you.
How naked I get with you.
Is this argument between you and me,
or between you and me and whoever you are going to tell about it?
Is this quirky habit of mine something I let you see because I know you love me no matter what, or is this something you will entertain our friends with at a party?
How safe are you?”
Sex God, Rob Bell
I’m not sure I’m very safe.
I need to work on that, as it won’t do me any favours in the long run. And has the potential to cost me dearly.
But as a processor, how do I work through my problems without sharing?
