I’ve tried in a million little ways to come up with a follow-up to my Sunday post. Surprisingly, I received a range of responses to it. A few people close to me, or close to me at certain points in my life, expressed concerns over my well-being. At least one person expressed confusion over what the hell I was writing about in the first place. And some congratulated me and suggested I get up at 3:30 a.m. to write more often.
I liked the last response the best, obviously, but I can’t deny a bit of writer’s remorse for putting myself so completely out there. Making one self vulnerable can be creepy.
I initially wanted to write a response about interpretation and give a little more clarity about what I meant in that post. I found those people concerned endearing, and I was appreciative, but I don’t believe anything I wrote warranted worry. Over the years I realized I’m kind of content with being discontent, and blogging is sort of like free therapy for me. I am also well aware of my negativity (though honestly, negativity has its own positive aspects, I believe, and that is a whole other post).
Unfortunately, I hit a wall writing what I want on the matter in full. As a matter of fact, at one point when it came to discussing how people perceive the same thing differently, I slid into a whole other tangent involving my five-year-old nephew. I am not quite ready to share that story yet, and it really is a beautiful little story. Perhaps tomorrow.
Instead, I figured I’d share the following updates and simple insights as they relate to that post to keep the writing ball rolling:
- The fried chicken and mac-n-cheese at The Eagle OTR were to die for (and cheap!) on Sunday’s date. Go.
- I wish I could speak in the same glowing terms about the Tinder date.
- If you feel judged for eating fried chicken with your hands, your date is probably not fairing well.
- Never make a Cincinnati West Sider joke until you know the person you are with is NOT from the west side.
- Avoid certain eye contact.
- Realize, sometimes its not the date, just a lack of common backgrounds or interest.
- Try again. There are many matches to pluck from the random Tinder flame.