Welcome to one of my messy reblogs (sharing another WordPressian’s blog post on my blog). I’ve only just started following Brian’s blog… and I’ve already forgotten how I came across his blog, but I do remember why I pressed follow (read this post of his if you want to know why).
I love what he’s done with this post, and what he said within it, particularly the bit at the end. This bit – “And sometimes those comments end up in a burgeoning file that I open up from time to time and remember when, gently touching the words that touched me.”
I don’t keep a file, burgeoning or otherwise, with comments people have shared with me (other than – your comments are kept on my posts and pages when you comment on them), because I’m not as organised as that, but I do value comments and when someone shares something in a comment which touches me, as forgetful and messy as I am… some things I never forget.
I wasn’t an ‘urchin’ but I was a ‘feral’ sort of child (to understand why I said that, you’ll have to read Brian’s post).
I’m not gay. If you read my last post, y’know that godfather/uncle who was a child psychologist whom I mentioned in my ramblings… he was gay. He was openly gay during a time when being openly gay wasn’t as acceptable as it is now. There was a bit of an issue when he was chosen to be my godfather because he’d just broken up with his long term partner who was also going to be my godfather, and entered into a relationship with the partner who would share his life for the decades to follow, and the issue was that his ex was supposed to have also been my godfather but… things had changed. Someone else (someone whom I never really got to know but who occasionally worked as a ‘walker’ for society ladies) ended up being my other godfather to solve the issue. I grew up in an environment where being gay was normal… or at least I thought it was normal, later on I was shown that my normal wasn’t necessarily normal for the rest of the world.
One of the things I’ve learned in life about life and being human is – it’s messy. If you want to make it less messy don’t try and tidy it up, just become a bit more accepting of the mess, learn to see it as a different kind of tidy. The more you accept others as they are, the easier it becomes to accept yourself as you are.
If you need me to explain – just ask.
Thank you, Brian, for sharing!
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