I want to blog more
I love reading blogs where you really get to know the person who is writing it. Which isn’t what I’ve been doing at all. I’ve been writing random things rather than writing about what’s really on my mind. I’m a pretty private person and I’m not used to sharing every aspect of my life with every person in my life. There are things I tell my husband that I don’t talk to my friends about, and things that I tell one friend, but not my husband or other friends. Which is pretty average I think. Telling everyone the same thing can take some getting used to I guess.
You know, I think that’s why I never got into Facebook. I’m not necessarily comfortable announcing the same status update to every Facebook friend I have. It’s not that I do anything that exciting, but it feels a little weird. I don’t know..
I’m also just too long-winded for Facebook. If I’m going to post that I’m having mexican food for dinner, I’m probably going to want to give you a recipe or a link to a restaurant website.
So there’s that.
The next reason is kind of hard to talk about because I don’t want to make my husband sound bad. Because he’s not. This is just one of those areas where we don’t connect. Basically, Patrick has a habit of turning things into a debate. If I’ve got an opinion that differs from his, he wants to discuss and debate it. He’s not trying to be rude or anything. It’s fun for him. He enjoys that kind of stuff like some guys like sports. So if it’s fun for him it must be fun for me right?
Not.
Also, even with the things that aren’t debate fodder, he’s sooooo not interested in the same stuff as I am. He’s a basic man. He has no interest in hearing about my ongoing search for a good sandal or what color I want to paint the bathroom. I remember someone once said that if you want to irritate your husband, talk to him about the things you should be talking to your friends about. Which I think is smart advice. But it also just reinforced my whole not sharing thing.
To be honest, I’m not sure Patrick knows the everyday-thoughts me very well. At least not like my friends know me. Which is a strange thing to say about the person you’re spending your life with.
If I were to say to Patrick, “I think I need a new hairstyle.” He would vaguely register that I might have said something. He would glance over and nod, then go back to doing whatever it was he was doing. If I said the same thing to my friend Maggie, she would go white as a ghost, and think “Oh Lord. Not again.” Because she knows that we will be discussing hairstyles for weeks and I’ll be going through every magazine I can get my hands on to find THE PERFECT hairstyle. Then after I’ve picked a few choices, I’ll analyze them, maybe make some sketches of my own. Then I have to find THE PERFECT salon so I have to go find reviews to read so I can find THE PERFECT salon and THE PERFECT stylist. Then half the time I chicken out and don’t even get the stupid haircut.
So, I’m not entirely sure that my husband is ready to actually know what I’m thinking about. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to debate about what I’m thinking about.
So we’ll see how this goes.
