Tonight I was invited to meet friends for dinner tomorrow. Instead of politely thanking them for the invite and just saying I couldn't go, I went on and on about how we are on a budget. "I can't go to dinner because we went to dinner last night and we only allocate a certain amount of funds for the month......blah, blah, blah." Do they really care? No. They needed a polite "Sorry I can't go. Thanks for inviting me."
Last night a friend asked my mom was feeling. Once again, I offered her too much information and on and on I went. I got into her past history of the auto-immune disease. I continued with a detailed play by play of the past few months and ended with a not so quick description of the last few weeks. Once again, a simple "She's doing better" would have answered the question.
I know better. As children, we were encouraged to keep certain things private about our family. My dad is very private about money. He would say "There are certain things that you keep private." Sorry Dad. I am really struggling with it. I know my friends don't need to hear every detail about my life. There should be some things about me that I don't share. The weird thing is that when I write, I can keep a lot private. There are so many things that I'd love to write about but cannot. I don't struggle with the line. But, just get me talking and I will tell you everything you never wanted to know.
The Open Road
4 years ago