Public Privates
I had no idea that you would see this. Now I know that you might, it changes the way I write here. First of all: no detailed sex scenes. OK, OK, I confess: The reason for that is that my last sex scene happened so long ago that I can't remember the details. She enjoyed it, though. I remember that. So did I.
Actually, the details are starting to come back to me now.
But you know what I mean. You write differently when you think someone is going to read it. It's not that I'm nervous writing for an audience; it's that if I'm going to have an audience, I want them to like it. Sure, I write for myself but who doesn't want people to think they're more brilliant than they are? Especially if they can affect nonchalance as they do it? Probably only slightly more than the number of people who think themselves more brilliant than they are.
Random aside: Am I the only one who bangs into things, drops, crinkles or crunches things when he's the only one awake in the house? I get home from work late tonight and the house is dark. I try to be quiet and the harder I try not to make noise, the more noise I make. No, I did not mean to kick the metal table!
Where was I? Oh, yes, writing for my audience on a page that was not supposed to have one. I don't mind that you're here. I'm flattered, really. But now instead of merely tapping out whatever random brain riffs I have here, I feel obliged to entertain you. You've been kind enough to visit; it's the least I can do.
(Sure sign of someone overthinking what is supposed to be freewheeling thought: two semi-colons in one paragraph. I might have even used them properly.)
Sometimes my off the cuff thoughts are off the wall funny. Other times they look like they come from a guy who has some issues he needs to work out but doesn't know where to start. Most of the time they fall somewhere in between and I can't tell the difference.
I wasn't lying earlier when I said you are welcome here. You are. As if I had a choice anyway. But you have to forgive my selfishness. You're going to have to wade through some neurotic slough to get to the funny neurotic slough. If you're OK with that, cool. Hang around. Or better, scroll down. The page works better that way.
Actually, the details are starting to come back to me now.
But you know what I mean. You write differently when you think someone is going to read it. It's not that I'm nervous writing for an audience; it's that if I'm going to have an audience, I want them to like it. Sure, I write for myself but who doesn't want people to think they're more brilliant than they are? Especially if they can affect nonchalance as they do it? Probably only slightly more than the number of people who think themselves more brilliant than they are.
Random aside: Am I the only one who bangs into things, drops, crinkles or crunches things when he's the only one awake in the house? I get home from work late tonight and the house is dark. I try to be quiet and the harder I try not to make noise, the more noise I make. No, I did not mean to kick the metal table!
Where was I? Oh, yes, writing for my audience on a page that was not supposed to have one. I don't mind that you're here. I'm flattered, really. But now instead of merely tapping out whatever random brain riffs I have here, I feel obliged to entertain you. You've been kind enough to visit; it's the least I can do.
(Sure sign of someone overthinking what is supposed to be freewheeling thought: two semi-colons in one paragraph. I might have even used them properly.)
Sometimes my off the cuff thoughts are off the wall funny. Other times they look like they come from a guy who has some issues he needs to work out but doesn't know where to start. Most of the time they fall somewhere in between and I can't tell the difference.
I wasn't lying earlier when I said you are welcome here. You are. As if I had a choice anyway. But you have to forgive my selfishness. You're going to have to wade through some neurotic slough to get to the funny neurotic slough. If you're OK with that, cool. Hang around. Or better, scroll down. The page works better that way.
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