(Today, Liv Lane has asked her blogging course students to participate in a blog hop by writing something brave that takes us outside our comfort zone; to share something brave, something we haven’t had the guts to share yet. This means that over 100 of us are risking vulnerability and writing the authentic, sharing our separate secrets. Finding out what happens when you’re vulnerable in front of your readers.)
So I want to play, too. You don’t even know me, but there’s something thrilling in telling secrets, up and down the spine, like truth or dare, and if you show me yours I’ll show you mine.
I decided to get real by sharing a whole bunch of secrets instead of one big scary one—especially since I haven’t been here long, and you guys are just getting to know me.
I’ll start here. Nobody knows this one. I did once a career aptitude test, it says I am a doer but I hate this idea so I told my teacher and parents I am a thinker.
Once in second grade I stole this girl’s retainer, and I didn’t even know why, because I didn’t need it and she was a nice girl, and retainers are expensive. (Looking back, a retainer is a really creepy thing to steal. I don’t remember why I wanted it or what I did with it).
Getting real means gushing embarrassing truths, unexpectedly blurting out, “sometimes I’m so lonely I could cry” (and that’s true). It means telling you all this stuff nobody knows, like that I’m scared of birds, especially swans, and a swan attacked me once while I was trying to feed some ducks.
I’m vulnerable when I write a poem off the cuff, no editing, just hit publish: blog magic. My irrational fear of bad editing, especially when everyone’s listening. Also, I get unreasonably offended at bad grammar in public, like the sign in the produce section that says “orange’s” or unnecessary quotation marks. Continue reading