Things I'm Afraid To Tell You

Inspired by this post by Jess at Makeunder My Life, Ez at Creature Comforts challenged the blogging community: write a Things I'm Afraid To Tell You post. There is a big disconnect between real life and what many bloggers write about. Our feeds say that we are always happy and everything is always pretty. We think this is a service but sometimes it makes others feel inadequate. I know I've had that feeling once in a while after catching up on my favorite blogs.

This does not mean that Whitfield Awesome should become a run-down of my everyday life. I'm not going to write about laundry (which I don't do often enough) or every time I'm sad (which I am too often). I'm just going to get down to the nitty gritty with you. At least this once. This also does not mean that I am walking around in despair. I have a lot of great things going for me and love my life. On with the show...

I want to live off of my creative abilities instead of working an 8-to-5, but don't believe I ever will.
I want to publish a book but don't believe I ever will.
I want to get married and have a baby but don't believe I ever will.

When someone nearby laughs, I always think they're laughing at my weight.
I hate how pale I am.
I think my cheekbones are totally whack. 

I don't always take care of the dishes before bed.
One of my extra bedrooms is full of boxes (I closed on the house 8 years ago this month).
I have social anxiety but also don't like being home alone.

I'm a Christian but don't act like it enough.
I'm the best person I know at being in denial. 
I'm an enabler.

I act tough but get hurt easily.
I rarely feel accepted.
I cried while I typed this post.


How about you? If you have a blog, are you up to the challenge? Want to make a confession in the comments? You could always confess something anonymously. Sometimes it feels good just to say it "out loud".

Foto Friday: Fear and loathing (of dogs) in Las Vegas (or Milton, Florida)

Have I told you that I am afraid of dogs? I've been afraid of them for as long as I can remember. While digging through old photos, I think I found the day this fear began. March 15, 1982. 

Fine. I put that mean looking dog there to make my fear seem more rational. The original photo is below. Notice how I am moving my sausage arms far away from that super fierce poodle? Survival of the fittest. The fear still lingers as an adult but I do sorta want a dog. Only because I have a great name for one (which I think is the wrong reason to get a dog). I can't tell you the name because another of my fears is that people will steal my ideas. 

P.S. According to the back of the photo, that cat is named Mom. What?

What are you afraid of?