In the early days of my blogging career I fiercely guarded my anonymity. Blogging was nothing more than a therapeutic outlet and I had no interest in compromising my ability to write whatever I wanted without regard for being questioned and quizzed about it.
I can’t remember when, but at some point in time I eased up on wearing the mask and slowly began to develop friendships with a few bloggers. It wasn’t an easy decision to make. You know, once people find out that you have revealed your identity to some and not to others hard feelings can arise.
While I have never spent a lot of time worrying about whether people like me or not, I have tried not to be a jerk just for the sake of being a jerk.
I suppose that you could say that the genesis of this post comes from two places. Today I had a very pleasant lunch with a friend. And that lunch was one of the topics of conversation between my son and I today.
School started last week. The night before he headed off to second grade I reminded him that not only was he going to learn amazing things he had the opportunity to make some amazing friends. It is a conversation that he and I have had virtually every year since he started school.
Anyhoo, today he asked me about my lunch with my friend. The questions were pretty basic. What did we eat? Did we play any games? How do we know each other?
It made for an interesting discussion. Since the lad is a hair shy of eight I didn’t spend any time trying to explain why it is harder outside of school to make friends. Don’t get me wrong, it is not impossible, but when you are married there is only so much time. And that time gets chewed up into smaller and smaller pieces, especially once the kids arrive.
That reminds me, I have been meaning to write a post about the friends that we make because of our children. When the kids get involved in school and extracurricular activities you invariably begin to meet other parents, especially when your children become friends with other kids.
The hard part is that sometimes the parents of these children make it really difficult for you to want to help your children foster these new friendships. That is one of those things that I never thought about pre-children. It just never occurred to me that I would think that Little Sammy’s father was an ignorant fool or a pompous ass.
Sammy could be the greatest kid in the world but if it meant hanging out with Wolfie I was going to have to call in reinforcements. Or if nothing else pour the guy a stiff drink and hope that he passed out.
Ok, somewhere along the way this post drifted off target so I think that I’ll just wrap it up here. When bloggers lunch, better be careful what you say and what you eat because it just might end up serving as blog fodder.