An open diary

I have to admit - I've never really ever been the best at blogging. I'm not really that complex - I try to be as open and honest as possible, all the time. I don't intentionally keep secrets, and I don't blog under an alias for fear of my deepest darkest secrets being released to the world - and frankly, I don't really have any secrets.

So really, I'm an open diary. Not a flashing billboard or picture of narcissism, I hope - but if you want to take the time and have the paitence to read me, you can, if you like. I'm comfortable with genuinity.

I was talking to a friend of mine over the weekend who is hopelessly in love with a girl who won't give him an inch of her mind. They date, but thier conversation apparently involves a vague exchange of sarcasm and stories about other people. They don't talk about themselves. They don't talk about each other. He says he's in love with her - that her mystery is driving him insane, he's crazy for her.

I used to think honesty was a bit of a negative attribute of mine, to be honest. I used to think that guys loved the mysterious girl -the one that's hard to read - whimsical and vague with her words. Which, we see is the case with my friend. Is she leaving things to the imagination, or is she just boring with nothing better to do than comminicate with vague banter or phsyicality? What I've found with my maturity and a bit of observation of those around me is that mystery doesn't allow for attraction, or even - love - at all - it allows for distrust, complexity, confusion, and misread intent. Yucky, dirty, messy situations are bred out of mystery.

In fact, I think that being a bit of an open book has worked for me. I'm a happy girl. I'm comfortable with being open and genuine with my loved ones.

For as much as movies and fiction has pressed to us that mystery is the most lady-like quality - I believe it is possible to fall in love with someone just by reading their diary, and by that I mean, by opening yourself up - being honest, caring and genuine.

Perhaps mystery allows my friend to paint the picture of his dreamgirl over the top of the one he's dating. Perhaps he's comfortable, for the while, creating an image of a seemingly great person and a good relationship. I can't imagine that there is any long-term comfort in mystery.

Coming back to the topic of blogging - I can't imagine that blogging is even a healthy outlet for those who aren't genuine with their real-life loved ones. The internet world confuses my thoroughly. My friend's blind infatuation with this girl, also confuses me.

Rave over - Peace and love.