[actually, that’s true about just about everyone: i feel that it’s fair for me to write about…well…me…because I’m crazy and know it and whatever. but writing about other people, even in relation to me? that’s tricky.]
with Ish, it’s especially tricky. it’s hard for me to discuss my thoughts and feelings about him without giving context. but the problem with “context” is that that's his personal stuff: his background, his experiences, his life. and if he’s not broadcasting his stuff to the blogosphere, who am i to do so for him? (even if that's just a by-product.)
so yeah. tricky. i mean, where is the line? where does it surpass writing about me and my stuff and become writing about him and his stuff?
i’m not sure i know where that line is, but i have tried hard not to cross it.
and then i totally misstepped.
all's well that ends well (and all's just fine and dandy), so i return us now to our regularly scheduled programming of bathroom shenanigans and breezy elegance and progress reports on No Joy In '06.