It went on for hours. Probably set off by a bird or a squirrel.
And it was on the kind of car that nobody’d ever think to steal.
It got me wondering–
Categories: my life in words
For me, it’s my heart. It’s been hurt a few too many times and now I protect it with all I have. Which I shouldn’t do, this shouldn’t need protection. No?
That is an awesome question.
To which I will offer my own flip answer: Birth control pills plus long distance marriage. Nuff said.
John & Erin McJ –BWA HA.
Jenni –That’s definitely one of mine.
Maybe OVERprotecting my daughter, especially the fourteen-year-old. She’s a great kid with a good head on her shoulders, but I teach kids the same age as her, and when I hear stories from my students, I just want to lock her in a box to keep her safe : )
Maybe my parents? There’s a fair amount of stuff going on with me that they don’t know about, some good, some not so hot. But they can probably handle it, or handle my assertions that I’LL be able to handle it.
KLo & Erin –Whoa, those are both seriously good ones.
My dignity. Frankly, at this point in my life, I am not sure there is much left, like a few unpopped kernels at the bottom of the microwave popcorn bag.
You always, always make me think.
i think i am not protecting anything right now.
three cheers for backsliding? but feeling totally ok about it.
Shitty cars are ALWAYS the ones that still have those alarms that make you want to shove glass in your ears…
My truth, my life. I don’t share much of it with anyone. I don’t tell and I have begun to notice that no one, with the exception of one person, asks me to tell. People come to me to tell their stories. They always have. Lately, I have begun to realize that many people who think they are close to me know very little about me and I know too much about them.
I would say…my secrets.
Because I actually have none that are worth keeping.
I don’t know if I’ve told you this story, but when I was a teenager, I had a completely white room – I had white furniture and hung white sheets over the front of my bookshelves, etc. – anything that was colored or patterned – so no one could see my stuff. It basically looked like a creepy ghost operating room or something. I was terrified that if people saw my things, they would realize I was a freak and hate me.
I suck at honesty.
why do people do that? I guess we all have things that are precious to us and we think others will want, but in reality it’s only special to us for reasons others can’t understand.
What a great question. Now I’m going to be thinking about it all day…
Just found your blog through 20SB and became a follower This is a good question. I think that there’s a lot of stuff that I protect without realizing even it – my ego, my self-esteem, my husband, but I think Jenni’s response sums it up best – I protect my heart.
My husband’s ego.
My reputation… because really, whose opinion about myself matters but my own?
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Good question. I’m going to need to think about that one….
Good question! I’m going to need to think about that one!
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