On Selective Reporting

Last night, I was talking to wildnsquirrelly, who expressed regrets over the usual content of my subconscious, and asked if I didn't ever have any really good dreams, the sort where one has wild succulent sex with people one would never really get to screw, and so on. I told him that I do, but that I don't usually post them on LJ. He says, "Oh, okay," and moves on.

triadruid picked up the thread this morning: "Why don't you post that? In fact, you hardly ever mention anything in your LJ about sex at all. It's not like anybody minds. You post all this awful stuff in detail, things that make you feel worse, but you don't post about things that make you feel better." He goes on to say that my LJ is like the conversations you have with your parents when you've first moved away to college; they say "What are you doing?", and you, percieving that they don't want to know about your frat parties, drug experimentation, intense work with community theater, and other vices, say "Nuthin'..." and drag your feet.

And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.

On Selective Reporting

Last night, I was talking to wildnsquirrelly, who expressed regrets over the usual content of my subconscious, and asked if I didn't ever have any really good dreams, the sort where one has wild succulent sex with people one would never really get to screw, and so on. I told him that I do, but that I don't usually post them on LJ. He says, "Oh, okay," and moves on.

triadruid picked up the thread this morning: "Why don't you post that? In fact, you hardly ever mention anything in your LJ about sex at all. It's not like anybody minds. You post all this awful stuff in detail, things that make you feel worse, but you don't post about things that make you feel better." He goes on to say that my LJ is like the conversations you have with your parents when you've first moved away to college; they say "What are you doing?", and you, percieving that they don't want to know about your frat parties, drug experimentation, intense work with community theater, and other vices, say "Nuthin'..." and drag your feet.

And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.

Also, some random blather

I meant to mention that I dreamed last night that I was directing a remake of Ed Wood's Bride of the Monster, starring several of our agency's consumers. (I work with an agency that provides residential support to developmentally disabled adults.) Even so, mine was better than the original.

Also, my Free Will horoscope for the week informs me that in golf, if your ball lands next to a live rattlesnake, you may move it anywhere you like without penalty. We sort of figure there's a similar "alligator rule", but that if it's an alligator, you just get another ball and take the shot over. I'm not sure where to go with this as advice for spiritual development, especially since it's a personal policy to keep my balls away from rattlesnakes as much as possible. But there you are.

Also also, orcjohn came over last night for the Annual Festival of Tax Letter Preparation, so if you happen to be a person who contributes money to Gaia Community, your tax documentation from us is forthcoming. He also brought a lasagna that opaljax made for us, which looks very yummy, and which could feed the three of us for a month or so. (Therefore, if you come to visit us in the next week, you can pretty much expect to be fed lasagna. Life is hard.)

Also, some random blather

I meant to mention that I dreamed last night that I was directing a remake of Ed Wood's Bride of the Monster, starring several of our agency's consumers. (I work with an agency that provides residential support to developmentally disabled adults.) Even so, mine was better than the original.

Also, my Free Will horoscope for the week informs me that in golf, if your ball lands next to a live rattlesnake, you may move it anywhere you like without penalty. We sort of figure there's a similar "alligator rule", but that if it's an alligator, you just get another ball and take the shot over. I'm not sure where to go with this as advice for spiritual development, especially since it's a personal policy to keep my balls away from rattlesnakes as much as possible. But there you are.

Also also, orcjohn came over last night for the Annual Festival of Tax Letter Preparation, so if you happen to be a person who contributes money to Gaia Community, your tax documentation from us is forthcoming. He also brought a lasagna that opaljax made for us, which looks very yummy, and which could feed the three of us for a month or so. (Therefore, if you come to visit us in the next week, you can pretty much expect to be fed lasagna. Life is hard.)