I’ve been thinking about coming out. You know, no more “j’ and “Mr.” and just kind of show you who I really am. Because seriously, will anyone care? So what if my mom finds me? I’m all grown up now. I pay my taxes.
I dunno. Mr.’s whole almost-dying thing kind of made me think about things differently, and one of those things was to not be afraid of, well, EVERYTHING. Because I am. At least I was. I’m not so sure I am anymore. And I kind of want to be all, “hey, innernets! This is who I am.”
And then I can put up pictures of myself, and ya’ll can judge or say “hey, I didn’t think she looked like that!”, and I can also show you pictures of the Mr. and then you can also be all “Hey, I didn’t think he looked like that!”, and my dog, and you can be all “Hey, yep, that’s a pug!”
So, I don’t know.
Just thinking out loud.
After 3 beers.