Blog as Psuedo-Honest Dialogue Between Friends

"If you didn’t want me to know about it," says Alex, "you should never have linked to my site. That’s how I found it."

Early at the start of this blog, I was hesitant to "give out" the address. I was worried that it would somehow compromise my ability to say what I was thinking, for fear of my friends reading over the site. After visiting Rob’s gallery yesterday, Alex, Elissa and I walked back to my apartment (Elissa lives right across the street). We had a good long conversation at the steps of my apartment – Alex and I argued whether the American Dream was still alive. I said yes; Alex said it was all a marketing ploy.

At a later point, we discussed my blog – which is when Alex told me how he found the url. I was a bit uncomfortable after he mentioned my entry about how he was annoying me. It was very odd. Deep down, I know he’s totally fine with my mentioning this in an entry – he would expect nothing less of me than to document my feelings, and my interpretation of events. But at the same time, I worried that he was disappointed in me, for not bringing it up in the moment, in the there and then.

Some small part of me is also wondering if I’m using this entry, as a way to explain what my original intent was. Specifically, in the anticipation that Alex is reading this entry.

A lot of people tell me I think too much, and that I need to loosen up.