Introspection
Tonight when I was mentally telling someone off in my head, I thought (to said non-existent person who does actually exist but was not present at the time), “And if you want to know what’s going on with me, you can just read my blog because I wouldn’t tell you anymore than what I put on there anyway!”
And then I realized that I don’t actually talk much about me on my blog. I discuss politics and television and books. I make references to events I attend, and occasionally even describe one, but I don’t usually mention the more personal details like how I got all weepy at work when it sunk in that Aasif was probably going to pharmacy school in Charleston, six hours (by car) from Atlanta.
I don’t open that door because I am desi and we Don’t Do Emotions better than anyone else on the planet. Some things really are too personal, and some things, like work, are better kept off the Internet, but on the whole I think there’s a lot more to say than I’m saying, and I keep it to myself because it makes me uncomfortable to have everyone else know that I am going to miss and worry about my baby brother when he moves away. Among other things.
So I’ll try to be better, but that’s enough of that for now because I can’t be expected to jump right in all at once. The water might be a little cold.