Single, No Chaser.

Sharing my drama December 23, 2008

Or, the blog topic that will not die…

mslady brought up an excellent point in a comment about my previous blog regarding Facebook: one reason we feel impelled to share too many details is because sometimes, you just have to.  What is happening is so unbelieveably Days of Our Lives that to retain sanity you have to laugh about it with someone.  You have to share so you don’t feel quite so crazy.  And you desperately hope that somewhere, someone will laugh at what’s happening to you – and avoid it in her own life.

In today’s world, of course, the easiest and fastest way to share is over the internet.

I did think I was done with this topic, but every comment seems to make me think just a little bit more, and about some aspect I hadn’t thought of before.

Truthfully, if I could think of a way to do it and not name names, I’d love to write about my life at work.  The easiest thing I can relate it to is court intrigue.  And then I picture all my coworkers got up in Renaissance garb and loose it.  But still, the temptation is there.  I haven’t thought of a way that I feel comfortable writing about it, however, at least not for a large audience.

And it’s almost irresistable.  Maybe I haven’t fallen pray to exposing myself too much simply because I’ve had nothing much to expose.  Even work’s been pretty humdrum – although I finally got my boss to refine my job so it’s more on par with other assistants.  It was either that or give me a raise and let me keep on keepin’ on.  I’m actually rather pleased, although I would have liked more money – I had no control over some situations, even though I was involved, and what was (and is) happening had me stressed.  I don’t mind responsiblity – but I have to have authority along with it.

But that’s not a very exciting post.  For one, it takes too long to explain.  It was quite a drama, and would probably be quite a fun writing excercise to pretend to write out like Facebook posts.  Still, it does have its soap opera aspects: the recurring characters, the moments of revelation and shock, the underdogs to cheer on.  I’m not sure I could write about it at this point – it would take too long to explain who everyone is, and what some things mean and why they are bad, and how the thing built up over time.

Still – there are lessons in it.  Standing up for yourself; letting yourself (and others) know when you can’t handle the burden anymore, and need help. Being willing to listen to others as they try to help you, and also try to empower you to help yourself.

I think there’s a lesson for me here as well.  No, I don’t think I have to start posting every last thought I’ve had and every little thing that happens – but I think I’m pretty close-lipped in a world that’s becoming increasingly open.  It seems like I need to relax, once in a while, and risk saying what I think may be too much as a way for people to get to know me.