the other day while i was driving
to get lunch i was thinking about my recently re-found resolution of being a
nicer person when the driver in front of me was behaving like a complete ass
and i started yelling “you fucking
asshole”. the irony of this timing wasn’t lost on me and i thought thanks
for irony to give us inspiration for blog posts.
so i started writing and then i
stopped. it wasn’t a post i wanted to write and definitely not one i wanted to
share. it felt way too personal. i don’t mind personal, you know that, and i
guess i share things that other people would never share in a million years so
each has a personal comfort zone of sharing. last year i challenged myself to
be a nice person for one week and i wrote about it here. after searching my own
blog (as i do these days since i seem to repeat my stories) i realized i did
the exact same thing again a mere two month later. this time the challenge was
to be a nice person for two weeks, do yoga, write a story, and learn french
every day. so i can officially say my memory sucks in addition to my ability to
be nice or to speak french.
whether i failed or not, sharing
it back then was fine. it felt like sharing an unsuccessful diet attempt. you
are just mildly embarrassed while you write, munch on kfc, and tell yourself
that you actually don’t need a diet, you are okay just the way you are.
sharing now that i am trying
again feels different. it feels like sharing a picture of me in a bikini under
fluorescent light after said kfc lunch – really, really uncomfortable.
but uncomfortable or not i have
decided to do it anyhow and share the bikini picture:
