On missing my anonymity
But I've given that up: I've started anew on a simple Blogger URL, and every link on my sidebar is someone I've known for years. But it's constraining; there are things I just can't write.
I can't say, for example, how frustrating it is when two very ill-matched friends get married, get bored and have a baby. The kid's first word is going to be a four-letter whopper, if her dad's language is any indication. But he was one of my best college friends.
And I can't talk about my true opinions about people who have depression (self-diagnosis is a wondrous excuse in social situations) because, yeah, three of my friends claim to be in various stages of it.
So here's what I'd love to say in the shell of my nutty head:
Don't get married when you're 19. Don't have kids when you're in school, up to your earlobes in debt and the wife works at Wal-Mart. Don't subject your friends to "my baby farted this loud" tales. And maybe clean up your language around your baby.
As for self-diagnosed depression, well, I guess I'm not dumb enough to give this opinion anywhere outside of my head.
-A.