Ekdum original piece

I love you for bringing me coffee at night when I'm writing. I love you because you talk to your friends about what goes on in parliament and how to fix bugs in software code. I was brought up to believe that men talk about politics and work. Most men these days talk about how they were traumatised because the boys at school had better pencil boxes than they did. And about who sleeps with whom. And about which love bite was from which girl.

I love that when I badmouth someone, you don't join me, you don't encourage me and you never badmouth anyone. I love that you love me quietly – sans adoration, sans worship, sans fanfare. I love that you don't try to change me, and that you don't want to know every bit about me.

Hide! I've been Discovered!!!

My blogging pace has slowed, as my life has gotten busier. Damn it! Why am I lying. It's just that my blog has been discovered. And I'm not just yet another anonymous person that blogs about her life and opinions.

I'm now like the star of the Truman show and this space is a daily feed into the thoughts of person X. This has acquired the Oh-my-God!-So-this-is-what-she-is-really-like sheen. So I dumped it. And tried to stop writing.
And then I found that it was like not breathing any more, so I created another space. But this feels like home and I felt like a guest there. So I'm back... and bringing most of my stuff from there. The safe stuff for now... As for the rest, we'll see later.