My parents are people who don't like to share personal matters. To them it is personal. I have often felt I am the black sheep of the family, because I share things with people. I have no doubt my dad would not understand why anyone would blog. The fact that anyone would blog about personal matters would only confuse him even more. My mother was appalled when people would talk about personal matters. It made her uncomfortable if I shared private things with her. This is the way I was raised. For better or for worse, I have lived my life more openly. I came out at 20. I did that because I took to heart that the truth would set me free. It did. I have never regretted being open about my being gay. I have shared the traumas I have endured in life, as well as the joys. I have open and deep with people, and it has bitten me in the butt on occasion, but I would not change who I am. I only know one way to live. This does not mean I share everything....I don't. I agree that some things are private. I think though you have to share things with someone.
Tonight I learned my dad needs to have a pacemaker. He did not want me to know. When my mom had Liver Cancer, they did the same thing - kept us in the dark as long as possible. My mom used to say it was because she didn't want to bother me with it. I am pretty sure my dad is thinking the same thing. I am sure it may be a generational thing, but it annoys the HELL out of me.
Even good news, my dad is not eager to share or hear. When I first talked to him about running, his only response was, "I wished you had done this when I wanted you to lose weight." He has never really asked me anything about my running, or my races. He has asked me what is the point of being in the race if you aren't going to win? I just sigh, and let him know that I do win....just not the way he would think.
So much to my dad's chagrin, I will continue to share with others.
Charlie
2 comments:
I like your response that "you do win" because everyone is a winner in a race!
I agree 100%.
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