i think i’ve taken it a bit too far with the dawson’s creek. last night, i actually dreamt about it. i can’t remember the dream in it’s totality, it’s sort of odd and disjointed now. i remember i got to dance with Pacey and it was wonderful and he wanted to dance with me. there were also tons of my co-workers invovled and we were all back in high school, only the age we are now. that’s about all i remember.

and, a few housekeeping things. with regards to standing on the edge of the hoover damn, i don’t think i made myself clear at all. if i’m hurt, i’m gonna write about it. i’ll also talk to the hurter. that’s not my concern. clearly if it was, i’d never have written anything about the TTHM. if i’m angry, i’ll write about that too. i have no worries about that. those are just emotions that friends can work through.

my concern is the invasion, if it is invasion, of someone’s privacy. like, say, hypothetically (totally hypothetically this has not happened) a friend comes out of the closet. this is a married friend, married to the opposite sex. the friend is not known by a real name, only a character name i have dreamed up. aforementioned closet coming out friend reads your web site, so does some of the uncloseted friend’s other friends. do you have the right to write about that coming out? how it’s affected you, made you feel? of course, you’ve already talked about it with your friend, but could you, should you write about it, especially if it makes you feel better, grounded?

i have chosen not to write about it here. i have other venues, other notebooks, things nobody ever sees, things only for me. that’s where i chose to write about it. i figure now, it’s not my story to tell. maybe someday, when it’s not so fresh and raw, maybe someday i can write about it here and share it with the world. but this story is not for now, not for today.