How Much is Too Much Really?
Often times I wonder how much is too much, information that is. After reading some of the posts on various blogs and the personal information that is written for all the world to read, it often strikes me as strange. Maybe because I haven’t gotten to that point in my program, or blog rather, where I am dishing out all the juicy details of my life. Not that there are any juicy details to dish, well maybe a few, but none that would be featured here.
Still, I find myself understanding or even relating to those that put themselves out there. There is something about the way an experience, story or antic-dote from one’s personal life gets relayed in writing that can pull the reader in so that you feel as though you are experiencing the same emotions the writer is.
Other posts, as I learned today have a way of making a not so great day much, much better. The first day back at work after being out for two days was brutal as the piles of problems on my desk indicated. So at lunch I surfed through some blogs and came across one about one man’s journey in the wonders of cooking. After several snickers and a few laughs out loud, my day had suddenly gotten better.
And of course when you read one thing you like, it’s a given that you will surf the other posts on their blog to see if anything else catches your eye. And of course, something did, so I read on. At the end of the post it mentioned that if you wanted to possibly be a part in providing his humor to email him some obscure fact about yourself.
This got me thinking, not as if I ever really stop thinking. After all, I am a woman and probably worse than most. And if only you knew the half of what I thought about, but that is for another time and post. Back to the obscure fact about oneself.
Something others may find humor and enjoyment out of. Hmmmm…… I definitely have one of those obscure facts. I suffer from CDO (that’s OCD spelled alphabetically), self-diagnosed of course, with the backing of friends and family that laughingly (if not lovingly) reinforce this opinion. Case in point, food. The different foods don’t or shouldn’t touch; divider plates are a bonus. I try to never eat food with my hands; chicken wings are stabbed with a knife and the chicken is picked off with a fork. And my favorite is M & M’s. They are lined up and eaten in pairs of two, color coordinated and any ‘extra’ is either given or thrown away. There is an order of things, whether it’s food, paperwork or simply a process that I follow.
I wasn’t always like this and I’ve actually gotten better in recent years. But how did it all originate, you might wonder? Strangely enough, not until I was in high school. One of the most popular girls (in a class size of 12 it’s not hard to do) was a good friend of mine and we ate lunch together regularly. However, I hated the days we had fried chicken because she had short fingers and even shorter nails and when the grease ran down her hands it just grossed me all out. Hence the reason I now don’t eat things in a way that they will get under my nails or send rivulets of grease down my fingers.
It’s the quirky things that make us who we are and now I’ve shared a little bit of that with you. So how much is too much really? Only each person can answer that for themselves. It’s all about what you are willing to share and how much of yourself you are willing to put out there. In the grand scheme of things I am only writing this for me (and my blog stalker – you know who you are), but it doesn’t diminish my hope that others will read it and love it as much as I do.