I miss the simple days of love. Where you met. You married. You had children.
There were still the same problems. Alcoholism. Infidelity. Domestic Abuse. Recession. Death. Taxes.
But it was all veiled behind fabulous elbow length gloves, and low-tipped fedoras.
No one really knew what was going on in your home. No one dared question you about your husband. Or your children. Those were private intimate things.
For better or worse that’s just how it was.
Today we have the absolute extreme opposite. And just as damaging as it is to live behind veils and lies, its equally damaging to be too open. Too exposed. Too naked.
This is the struggle I have within myself constantly.
How to keep pieces of myself private and protected. But also allow myself the comfort and personal freedom that comes with being totally open and honest about my life.
Its very easy to “put it all out there.”
Between twitter and facebook. Foursquare. .Tagged photos. Comments. Replies. Innuendos. You can pretty much expose your whole life. Whether you realize it or not.
Who you’re with. Who you’re not with. Where you go. What you do. What you like. What you dislike.
Its especially difficult when you’re in love.
You want to tell the world. You want to share your happiness with everyone. You want to run around and be all “yeaaahhhhh motherfuckers….somebody loves me. And what” lol
You’re so ridiculously smitten that just because you stare at that terrible ass picture of the two of you together, you think the whole world also wants to stare at it.
So you’re all busy uploading, and dedicating songs, and being uber gay. And then you realize, you are a Kardashian.
The line between public and private has become so blurred that you find yourself updating online statuses WHILE you’re with that person. ABOUT that person. Who is RIGHT THE FUCK next to you.
This madness ends now.
I want to love in the purest form. Without an audience. Without a cheering squad. Or for that matter, a booing section.
Let my success or my failure in this relationship be my own.
There were still the same problems. Alcoholism. Infidelity. Domestic Abuse. Recession. Death. Taxes.
But it was all veiled behind fabulous elbow length gloves, and low-tipped fedoras.
No one really knew what was going on in your home. No one dared question you about your husband. Or your children. Those were private intimate things.
For better or worse that’s just how it was.
Today we have the absolute extreme opposite. And just as damaging as it is to live behind veils and lies, its equally damaging to be too open. Too exposed. Too naked.
This is the struggle I have within myself constantly.
How to keep pieces of myself private and protected. But also allow myself the comfort and personal freedom that comes with being totally open and honest about my life.
Its very easy to “put it all out there.”
Between twitter and facebook. Foursquare. .Tagged photos. Comments. Replies. Innuendos. You can pretty much expose your whole life. Whether you realize it or not.
Who you’re with. Who you’re not with. Where you go. What you do. What you like. What you dislike.
Its especially difficult when you’re in love.
You want to tell the world. You want to share your happiness with everyone. You want to run around and be all “yeaaahhhhh motherfuckers….somebody loves me. And what” lol
You’re so ridiculously smitten that just because you stare at that terrible ass picture of the two of you together, you think the whole world also wants to stare at it.
So you’re all busy uploading, and dedicating songs, and being uber gay. And then you realize, you are a Kardashian.
The line between public and private has become so blurred that you find yourself updating online statuses WHILE you’re with that person. ABOUT that person. Who is RIGHT THE FUCK next to you.
This madness ends now.
I want to love in the purest form. Without an audience. Without a cheering squad. Or for that matter, a booing section.
Let my success or my failure in this relationship be my own.
This is dope!!! Very well written. Profound. I'm sharing it on my FB wall...I guess I'm a victim of the "sharing" age myself.
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I totally feel ya sister! This is a struggle all us writers face. I love the honesty, but I also wonder, how far am I really going to fucking go? And would I really sell my soul (and hubbies) for the almighty dollar? Like the Kardashians? Everyday my answer changes, and all I can is just plug away...
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