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Remember a couple of entries ago, when I expressed shock and dismay at being called my son's dad in public? I cross-posted it to Zuckerberg's data mine. Drama ensued. Once again, it was an unpleasant surprise. I mean, it's wonderful that plenty of my friends have my back, but it's less than wonderful that some of them now aren't speaking to each other. And some of the 'splaining that went on was kind of like watching the fireball from a derailed fuel train: hypnotic and voluminous, but messy and tragic.
Resolved: I'm not going to censor myself over this or anything like it in the future. And you know things like this are going to keep on happening for the rest of my life.
It's yet another hard lesson in what people around me are really made of, but no one gets to tell me how to feel or what to write about any of this.
Resolved: I'm not going to censor myself over this or anything like it in the future. And you know things like this are going to keep on happening for the rest of my life.
It's yet another hard lesson in what people around me are really made of, but no one gets to tell me how to feel or what to write about any of this.
