A different kind of bubble

You hear a lot of talk about bubbles this time of year... being on the bubble is good... getting off of it is better... having your bubble burst, well, that’s bad.

But for the past two days, all I’ve been able to think about is my personal bubble -- the one I put around myself years ago to keep people from getting in and keep myself from getting hurt.

The truth is, I know it’s not healthy. But I find my day-to-day life easier to live this way. Do I have fewer friends because of it? Maybe. Have I lost a few girlfriends because of it? Probably. But am I able to go about my days with a generally positive attitude, not getting bogged down in emotion? Absolutely.

Of course, when you live like this, the big things -- the ones that pierce the bubble no matter how thick it is -- tend to hurt more.

I’m not going to go into details here, but last night, driving home, for the second time I can remember, I broke down. I had to pull over and just let it out. And 5 minutes later, I was good, and the bubble was back up, a little worse for the wear.

So, to answer your questions that will inevitably come over the next few days:
-yes, I’m fine, or as fine as could be expected
-no, I don’t want to talk about it
-yes, I probably should stop listening to the Sarah McLachlan, but that’s how I deal, ok

OK, now that that’s out of the way, we’ll return you to your regularly scheduled frivolous blogging, after these messages...