I got my punishment Thursday (last night). I’m still having problems processing this in a way. It was… surreal. Though, it did confirm my choice to keep referring to my kids by their nicknames and avoid showing their faces on my public identities.
I should stop being vague and properly explain.
Thursday night, I got a new blog comment (which I will not approve) from a tween who was very unhappy with me. (<- the punishment) About my writing? I mean this blog is about writing, so it had to be about that, right? Nope.
Oh, that’s right… I talk about my life, like many other writers do. I talk about going to places, cooking, pets, crafting projects, movies, and things I’m into. So, what did I talk about to anger a tween?
My guinea pigs.
Did I make a care faux pas? Was I hurting my guinea pigs? Was I spreading guinea pig misinformation into the world? Nope. What I did was was I gave them a home.
For those that don’t know, I got my guinea pigs from another family. It was a rehoming situation. (<- the good deed) Next best thing to adoption in my book. But, this tween only saw her friend hurting because these guinea pigs (months ago) were given to me.
Thankfully, the situation was resolved in a matter of hours. Though, the awkwardness and weirdness of it all did flair up my social anxiety… I was literally vibrating at one point. (<- extra punishment?) However, I got through it and everyone is happy now.
The whole thing made me think about how I have a semi-public life. I don’t share everything, but I share quite a bit. It made me think about my choices in what I do share. Should I be sharing less?
Fact is, I always expected my writing life to impact something in my life. I always thought that someone would find something I wrote offensive and come confront me public, near my home (like downtown or at my kids’ schools). This was why I protect my kids’ identities. Never in a hundred years did I expect my personal life to have a manifestation in my writing life like this. In the future, will a mom angry with of my kids come to the blog to rage at me? I didn’t imagine that until now.
Have you thought about it?
Have a story like mine?
How do you decide what to share?