I’m sure I’ve written about this before, but it seems to come up quite often in my life. You see, if you’re in my life at all, or even if I happen to pass you walking on the street, or if you’re the person in the next stall at the bathroom in Walmart, you are fair game to me.
I don’t usually give names unless the person already knows. Like Abrah. She doesn’t care. She enjoys the FAME that comes from being a character on my blog.
But where is that line between being able to say whatever I want and keeping other people’s privacy? Say someone gets really angry when I talk about an ex, because they are that ex and they demand that I don’t talk about them at all, even though they have no right to read my blog in the first place although it is in a public space, and I really don’t care either way. At what point do I let myself become censored?
Now I’ve been told to call a certain someone by some word other than ex because that seems to be particularly offensive, although it is the definition of my relationship with this person and seems pretty benign. I haven’t ever used his name. And I don’t think there is a way to talk about him without giving away the type of relationship. So after a week of thought, mostly in my sleep after a couple of glasses of wine, I have concluded that by demanding I don’t call him THAT WORD, he is really telling me not to say anything.
Ah, and that is a part of the entire problem. Well, I refuse to be quiet about the things that have been significant in my life. It just AIN’T happenin. I am no longer under someone’s control and tyranny. Nah. But just to do what I said I would when I didn’t quite grasp the scope of this demand, I will from now on use a code word. I won’t tell you what it is. Not YET. Let’s see if you can find it. 🙂