I was working on a post when J came in the room and leaned over my shoulder to give me a smooch.
"What's that? You bored?" he asked, pointing to the big Escape from Dullsville header.
Damn. "It's my ... uh ... blog," I sheepishly admitted.
"You write a blog? Can I read it?" he pleaded.
"Ummmm, nope," I answered. After his incessant pleading, I read him a few of my posts. J gushed and thought the world of them before heading upstairs to watch Saturday Night Live.
Now I sit here, totally regretting sharing my blog with him. Not that I really care -- I actually enjoyed hearing him laugh at a few of my stories -- but I just don't want him finding it on the Web on his own or telling his friends or family about it. What's the point in writing somewhat anonymously if people know where to find you?
One of the reason's I moved to Blogger from MySpace (besides being over the age of 13) was so that I could write about anything and not have to worry about censoring my stories. This has become my "safe place". And you guys know, it's not like I ever write anything detrimental or completely inappropriate -- but I would like the option.
I had a post I realllly wanted to share tonight as it's not something I have the nerve to bring up in front of my close friends or J yet ... and now I'm a little gun shy.
Should I be worried? Should I even care? Am I being dumb about this??