Saturday, May 16, 2009

Tell me what you know


I've been writing here, posting photos, sharing my days and my inner weirdness and so on. I've put a lot of personal information up here, thoughts and feelings of sincerity and candor, while I've been vulnerable. This is the most difficult experience of my life, which amounts to nothing compared to Kim's difficulty. This is all a shattering, real story.

I've talked to many people, before and afterward, and you people have a great deal of personal information about me. But what do I know about you*? What have you kept to yourself, protected yourself about? Maybe this is not as difficult for me as it has been for you, I don't know. I'm certainly aware that I'm not the only person influenced here. Have you been affected by all this? How, and why? Maybe you have a completely different take, one I'd never guess. Time for you to stop lurking. Tell me what you know or leave a comment. And keep it personal, please.

So, what's this about Memphis Minnie's corn muffins? And who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe?


*There are two who have been very open and personal with me, and I thank them for their sanity. I respect your privacy here. You are a constant source of experience, strength and hope for me.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here's what I know. You're an exceptional writer. We've never met but I think you are extremely feeling & sensitive. That's a rare quality.
I hope you take a bit of comfort being able to say how you feel. Most folks can't.

May 17, 2009 1:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm sorry, that was form me...Kathi

May 17, 2009 1:32 AM  
Blogger Kent said...

And how do you feel, Kathi?

May 17, 2009 7:00 PM  
Blogger Kent said...

Thank you sincerely, Kathi, for telling me what you know. I do take a bit of comfort when I can express myself. Nevertheless, I find that a blog is not a substitute for a relationship with another person.

Peace and love :)

May 19, 2009 2:10 PM  
Blogger vectorbug said...

I feel like this is a nice tether to my dads inner monolog. Like a straw to the brain.

http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/en/images/thumb/d/d3/Riker_straw.jpg/180px-Riker_straw.jpg

I'm not trying to be funny, but thats what illustrates how I feel (right now).

May 23, 2009 11:50 AM  

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