Afraid that I am going to write about you? X

3:52 AM
Good Morning!
As usual, I am awake before the sun is up!

I have been waking up so thankful & happy lately.

I am really happy with my life right now...where I am going, and where I've been.
I have a couple of big trips coming up with THE AMERICAN CHIROPRACTOR MAGAZINE.
Excited.
It's a good time to be ME!

Most people say they enjoy my blogs.  Some want to be in them, and others don't.
I respect everyone's privacy.
I am not here to "out" anyone.
It is called "Being Tracy."  It is not about Being Anyone else!

So, I actually met what sounded like a great guy yesterday over the phone.  We'll call him Mr. InCommon.  Mr. InCommon lives nearby, loves to travel, is spontaneous like me, was married for a long time like me, would love to get married again...like me....EVEN 4 daughters...LIKE ME.
Crazy resemblances.
I have never felt such a commonality before...and then it happened.

After our 45 minute (at least) phone conversation, Mr. InCommon text me that he had gone to my blog, and felt maybe I was a little too "out there."  Doesn't "want a publication of my life or my children's in a "dating blog"  No judgement & I appreciate what your doing.
It's just not for me.  Goodluck!"

At first I just replied:  "As you wish, but I think it would be a shame if we did not meet."
I wish I had stopped there.

I told him that plenty of people read my blogs and are quite entertained by them.  I don't write about my friends.  I get good feedback.  One Forbes billionaire I met, friend of a friend, who started up 52 companies, researched me before we met for dinner, and went to my blog, and said that he thought I "should take this show on the road."  Like he thought I should become a comedian!
Using my Being Tracy material for my act!

Then, I am embarrassed to say, that I went overboard explaining myself (BY TEXT...the worst)
after again he reiterated (by text):

"It's ok, Tracy! Like I said, respect and understand what you are doing.  Just don't want my life to be part of a comedy routine.  Perhaps we meet as friends and share stories one day."




Now, Mr. InCommon was sounding condescending.


I wasn't sure how else we would meet, but "as friends."
I laughed and told a friend of mine last night that,
"I don't usually meet people as lovers....but I guess that can happen too!!"
I wish I could delete all of my responses to Mr. InCommon...why I am writing the blog...what I hope to achieve.  It's no one's business but mine, and I was feeling judged.



What kind of a person does this?  We have so many common goals, desires, dreams...a long phone conversation then NOPE!  You're not for me!!  Before even an in-person meeting?


Most blogs I write, if I know the "characters" who are featured, I ask to read them first, and make sure that all info is correct, & that I didn't say anything that they would be uncomfortable with...even though I don't use their clean photo or real name.

The last one with the married guy at the Ritz. BaseballGuy, was about a guy who had come from a family of writers.  He said to me that night,
"writers gotta write!" 
BaseballGuy said that he loved my writing style, and was very complementary.  After reading my blog, though, he said he had felt like he should be honest, and tell me that he was married, but he learned that weekend that it didn't really serve him to be honest about still being married.

BaseballGuy has kept in touch, and said, "I don't like lying or deception, but I see why guys lie."

Anyway,  I have found that those who are most afraid of being included
in my blog, are the ones who have something to hide. 
They are doing something that they are afraid might be interpreted as wrong by others, and don't want to be revealed.
Like I said, it is a blog about me...not you.  
It is a blog about my life, and experiences, and the funny things that happen to ME...not about YOU.  You will have to write your own blog for that.

I guess, like they say: you have to listen, and trust that the wrong people 
will remove themselves from your life.  
Let them.

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