Fresh out of titles.

So, I have a story about a crazy (seriously, he's insane) guy who wouldn't leave me alone at the gym today, but that'll have to wait until tomorrow.

I apparently need to talk about yesterday's post.

I don't know if my tone was unclear, or...I don't know...

I got a lot of e-mails trying to cheer me up, telling me that I'm good enough, I'm smart enough and doggone it, people like me. I got a lot of e-mails telling me I was brave for sharing "such painful memories."

Internets--I was laughing as I typed those stories. I'm laughing now thinking about them. Sure, I suffered some embarrassment as they happened, but we all have embarrassing moments. Some of us just have more than others.

There was no bravery involved in writing about it. It happened, and it was funny (in retrospect) and I thought you might think it was funny, too. Unfortunately, reading about my misfortune just made a lot of you feel uncomfortable. Sorry about that.

I guess I simply don't see any reason to not share that kind of thing. In case you haven't noticed, this isn't one of those blogs where I tell you how perfect my life is and how I'm "seriously, so blessed."

Sure, sometimes it's a blog like that--I'm not opposed to gloating about sharing my successes. But I also try to be as honest as possible here. And the fact is, I totally farted in Wal-Mart and likely traumatized a kid in the process.

I look at a lot of blogs and they seem like they only cover the high points of life. That's great, but I think it does a disservice to your posterity (who, according to you, are the reason you keep a blog in the first place). If you're going to record your life, record all of it. If your child is acting like a demon, blog about it, preferably with pictures and video. I think they'll appreciate that when they're older a lot more than just a list of their accomplishments (not that you should leave out the accomplishments either).

And I think my great grand kids will get a better sense of who I am by reading this blog than some of your great grand kids will ever have of you if you never record a negative, inappropriate, self deprecating or at the end of your rope thought.

O.K., so now I'm rambling and I'm not even sure what my point is anymore. Mainly, I guess I just wanted to say that you shouldn't feel bad for me, because I don't feel bad for me. And I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

Anyway--come back tomorrow. I think he was hitting on me but he was just crazy enough that I'm not sure...