'apparently i have been laboring under a misapprehension'

when i first started this thing i told hardly anyone about it fearing the exposure of my feelings and thoughts would be far too much for my loved ones to bear. i wanted a secret place to show the world how witty and fabulous i am (because it obviously doesn't already know) and i wanted no one i know to know about it so that i could write about them and they could not argue and prove me wrong. i also started it to make my sister laugh.

so i wrote and pontificated and cussed and yelled at people who can't drive and it was good. then as time went on i told a handful of people about it and even passed out the address. those few read faithfully and commented and it was good.

after watching (with horror) the form it was taking i even told a few more of my friends about it and they would say 'oh, cool - i'll have to check it out' and then they never did. it seemed to be that no matter how many i told - it was only those few from the beginning that seemed to care. even my non-work, real boyfriend doesn't even read this which is all sorts of backwards and wrong. i don't even think my sister reads it anymore.

so, i guess i had nothing to fear to begin with - that's about right. so, what was i hiding. it seems so silly now. i don't see me telling my grandfather about it due to the cussing but i am not sure why it mattered so much in the beginning. apparently my life is not nearly as exciting or mysterious as i once believed - that's about right.