I'm horrible at opening envelopes...

But I am AWESOME at oversharing.


For the sake of following through with what I say I will do (and because I can't sleep), I figured... why not overshare? Give my secret stalkers something to munch on? Yes, please.


Dear secret stalker,
You will deny to the grave having ever read this blog. Alas, here you are! Don't worry, I don't have any secret magic trackers on this page, unfortunately. I'm sure the technology is available, but I do not know or care to find a cool html code and write code on my profile anymore than I already have. You're safe to creep on creepin' on!


Unless..... you're creeping from somewhere sketchy and random, say Cambodia, and I see that I got 15 views from somebody in Cambodia, then I know it's you, World Racer in Cambodia. Hello!


Let's just assume my secret stalkers are in America, where the stalking is easy and the creeping is free.


Read on, soldier.


So I find, in the wee hours of the morning... everyone falls into one of these categories:
Oversharers or Undersharers


Here's why I'd much rather be an oversharer:

1. You know what I'm thinking and feeling. Yes, the term open book... literally, I might as well bind my blogs into my open book of a life. If you overlook the fact I've been extremely complacent about blogging in the last 6 weeks, I am very open.
2. Undersharers are confusing people. Don't get defensive on me, but I stand by this statement. Why (when you have all the thoughts, feelings, and experiences of this brief and beautiful life) not share? You have a set of eyes and ears that no one in this world can offer. The way you see the world. The way you live. Burying the commentary is nonsensical to me. Illogical. Confusing. I do not understand you, and I do not see you trying to explain it.
3. I think it's attractive. You know. In the opposite sex. My dude. My man. He will kinda sorta be an oversharer, to the max. No, I don't want to hear every unfortunate thought that crosses his mind. Well maybe. I think it's attractive to express oneself. To not be so darn careful with words all the time. To speak mundaneish. There is nothing wrong with silence, but we all know that silence speaks. If you're an oversharer, silence means "I don't have anything to share at the moment." Clear. Normal. Not confusing. Attractive! If you're an undersharer, silence may mean "I have something that I don't want to share" and.... again... confusing. No thank you :)

Now you know, secret stalker, that a trait I enjoy and also portray is oversharing.


I read today on Twitter (great source of news and wisdom nowadays) a tweet posted by the wonderful Mark Driscoll. Needless to say I retweeted this immediately. Ahem:

Single people need to stop making a list of what they want in a spouse & start making a list of what they want to be for a spouse.

Bingo. Right on the money, Pastor Mark!
I am busted. I am one of those single people with the cliche list in my Bible. I carry my "list" in my Bible (go ahead and have a good chuckle!). I will slowly work on my own list. I understand that right now is not my season for dating. I praise God for that. It's quite peaceful to know that the right man of God will not be coming after me on a white horse during the next 12 months.
He may be secretly stalking me, even now, quietly, like one of those burrowing spiders a creepy stuffed animal in a horror movie Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory.
That's okay. You can stalk me, Mr. TheOne if you're reading this.
It's actually flattering if you are. Odds are, I have stalked you too. I probably think you're all that and a bag of sun chips (harvest cheddar). I will try my best to think of you as a brother until God makes it crystal clear to you that you better get on the ball. Good? Good.


That's all I have for now :)
I'll do my very best to go to bed. Somebody is waiting on me.
For comedic relief, here's ELEANORRRRRRRRR!

HOW DARE YOU KEEP ME AWAKE WHILST YOU BLOG?!