Gotcha didn’t I? I don’t mean physically naked. It’s so much more than that. I got emotional naked in front of my personal friends on Facebook.
It may have been totally unexpected to some, (though I’m sure a small handful had their suspicions). It’s kinda like the token creepy guy in a brown trench coat walking up to you and quickly opening his coat – standing there in all his glory.
I certainly didn’t expose myself just to get a reaction. It is so much easier to stay silent and pretend to be “normal”.
I did it because I can’t ask others to do what I’m too afraid to do myself. I plan to update this in about a week or so. I have 167 Facebook friends. I wonder if that number will decrease? My husband assured me that if it does, those people didn’t matter anyway. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive spouse. Consider this a social experiment of sorts …
3 days after post: One friend down. I really don’t care enough to try to figure out who. 11 Likes and one big fight with a family member.
All around, pretty disheartening response.
I’m not certain what I was looking for but this certainly was not it. It all seems fairly in line with my experiences to date – which is more than a little unsettling. I looked around Facebook and trivial motivational “share me” posts far and above received more response. Once again I’m left feeling a sense of rejection.
Why do I subject myself to this?
I had hoped those I consider close to me would appreciate the candor. Once again, I was wrong.
To stop the bleeding, I deleted the post.