***WARNING***
This has absolutely nothing to do with babies
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I was mostly quiet as a kid…all the way through college, really. A few people knew *me* – the non-reserved Jessica.
And I mean v-e-r-y few.
I can probably name them on one hand.
Funny thing about that?
They only knew me for part of my life. Like, knew me, knew me.
I suppose you could say I’m mostly introverted.
People wear. me. out.
Crowds, long parties, situations where I have to entertain lots of people for an extended period of time, airports, busy places…
Maybe that’s part of my personality. I let a few people in and then once I reach capacity (ie: it becomes too crowded), I stop.
Friend capacity reached.
And then?
I started blogging.
And people started reading it.
Some of people?
I knew them…in grade school…in high school…in college.
Granted, I really have no idea who reads my blog unless they comment. And I’m cool with the non-commenters. *I’m* a non-commenter sometimes.
Or a lot of the time. Especially recently.
Anyway, that’s not the point.
Point is…all of you – yes, I’m talking to you – read my blog where I am extremely candid and share…probably too much…about my vaj.
For those of you who have never met me in real life, my vaj is just another piece of the Internet.
For those who knew me….at some point?
TMI.
Except, it’s probably just TMI to you, since I figure if it happened on the Internet, it never really happened at all.
(read: sarcasm)
It’s interesting, knowing people from my past read about my life now…basically with a front row seat, able to see what happens day to day, what my life is like now, the places we go and the types of things we do.
And by “people” I mean everyone from old best friends, regular friends, ‘hi, how are you?’ friends, acquaintances, teachers, coaches, family members, former teammates, ex-boyfriends ( yikes, right?) (look what you could have had) and past coworkers.
I mean, I think I’ve run the gamut on types of relationships, mostly through Facebook…probably. I’m guessing, here. I’m throwing poo at a wall and waiting to see what sticks.
What I’m saying is that I really have no idea at all.
Anyhow, the real question is…am I who you thought I was back when you knew me? Back when it was 100% feasible for you to bump into me in a hallway or classroom or basketball court?
Or am I way awesomer?
PS: BABIES!!
Thank you, Debbie, for the ridiculously adorable hat!
