New Camera + Drilling Rig = Personal Blog

 

I know it's not the most intriguing subject matter, but occasionally I get it in my head that people might be interested in some of the aspects of the oilfield.  With this in mind I've taken a few pictures with my shiny new camera, and I will do my very best to explain what you're seeing.  If you want me to explain anything further I'll be happy to.

 

There it is.  Nabors 60.  That little trailer thing with the red doors is where I live out here.  Currently the rig is parked out in a farmers field drilling a hole in the ground over 3 km (or 2 miles) deep.  It's springtime right now, and so path through the field to our rig has been matted.  You can see some of the leftover matting on the right edge of the picture.  It's basically a bunch of wooden pads that interlock so that you can drive over it.  If we didn't have matting, the ruts in the road would likely be 2 feet deep right now, which might be fun 4×4'ing but not very good for the bigger trucks.  Some terminology:  The trailers where we live in are called Shacks.  They're designed to be completely portable, and when the rig moves bed trucks pick them up and the shacks move with them.  It's very quick.  The tower on the drilling rig is called a Derrick.  The Blue buildings in front of the derrick are various components that operate the rig.  Things like engines, and electrical.  The Blue and White shack beside mine belongs to the Vac-Hauler.  He runs a truck that is essentially a giant vacuume.  You can see it in front of the engine buildings.  His job is to suck the silt, and sand, and mud that is produced from drilling a hole in the ground and get rid of it.  On this particular job he spreads the drilling biproducts on a farmer's field nearby.  This of course is done with the farmer's and an environmentalist's consent, and as I understand it the mud is very nutrient rich, so it's actually a boon for the farmer.

  This is a picture of the rig floor.  The man in the picture is Jody, this shift's assistant driller.  Right now he's adjusting the orientation of the pipe.  Which you can see just right of center.  Essentially he's steering which way the bit goes.  Drilling has to be very accurate, rock formations are horizontal and there are particular formations that yeald gas.  A geologist on site analizes the drill clippings to determine when the bit is in the correct rock formation to yeld the most gas, then the bit steered on a course to go horisontal along this formation.  In this particular area, the formations are usually just under a mile deep, and then they drill a mile or two horizontal.  Here the process usually takes about a month but varies greatly when you move to other areas. 

The Blue coveralls the driller is wearing are worn as personal protective gear, they are made from a fire retardant material, usually Nomex or Proban.  This is so that if there might be a flash fire or an explosion, the material will not light on fire, and will even provide an amount of protection.  The yellow stripes on his back are so that he's visible to any moving machinery operators.  All the things we wear out here, the hard hats, coveralls, shatter-proof glasses, are required of us by Canadian industrial law and enforced by the oil companies we work for.  Some oil companies are more sticky than others about safety and will require things like fire retardant undergarments.  (Yes you heard me, underwear that's fire retardant.  Wrap your minds around that boys and girls.)  These are all precautions, accidents DO happen, and people do get hurt, but not as much as you would think.  I've worked on this rig for over 6 months now, and no one has came to me for so much as a cut.  Safety training is big here and the oil companies take it very seriously because they pay huge insurance decutables when people get hurt.  It's drilled into everyone's head, things can break, but everyone would rather see half-a-million dollars in equipment damage before a single person goes to the hospital.  Machines can be repaired much more easily than people.

 

Adjacent to the drill floor is the dog house, you can see the outside of it in my first picture.  It's the blue part of the rig the flags are mounted on-top of.  This is where the driller stays when the drilling is going smooth.  It's basically the control station for the whole operation.  The monitors feed the driller information about the speed that the rig is drilling, properties of the fluids that are sent down hole, the direction of the bit, and the pressure of the gas that's at the bottom.  The two big square things on the very left of the picture are heaters.  (It gets cold in Canada sometimes.)  And orange and white bottles on the cournter between them are hand cleaners.  (So we're not as dirty as you might have thought.)

There, not that interesting, but maybe when I post a crazy story about something that happened out here, this might give you a bit of perspective and help you understand what's going on.  Oilfield is a specific lifestyle and in fact very few people would actually set out to do it.  We all do it for the money, not to say that we don't enjoy aspects of it, but the months away from our families and and the lack of job security (when gas prices fall, so does the work) makes every aspect of it extremely high-paying.  Most that start this, come in with the intention to make a set amount of money and then use that money to start another business or use it to suppliment a less profitable venture they're allready in.  (Like a farm.) 

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Birthday Celebrations During a Festival of Rebirth

Ah poor blog I've sadly neglected you this past week.  In my defence I've been quite busy working on gathering scads of subject matter to grace you and hopefully impress my readers with my eloquence and insightfulness.  Thursday evening I gathered with a handful of friends who celebrated the anniversary of my birth with dinner and drinking.  My birthday is not actually slated to occur until Friday the 13th but I'm due to be back out at work during that time, so we had an unbirthday celebration on the holiday the Christians call Holy Thursday.

It's interesting that Easter is the single western Holiday that falls not on a specific day of the year but according to the lunar cycle.  Doesn't make sense really does it… Jesus was born on a specific day (allegedly) but why doesn't he die on another specific day…  the Romans had great calendars to keep track of things… very peculiar.  Or is it?

There was once a time when the Druidic religion was spread all across all of the greater continent of Europe and into parts of Asia and Africa.  Rome being the great empire of the time assimilated this religion into it's polyglot as it conquered the Celtic peoples.  As Christianity overtook Roman society it maintained this assimilative stance.  Adopt the same festivals of the society you're converting.  As long as the primitive screwheads get to take the same days off from work that they always did before… well who cares what the damn festival is called?

Ancient religions used festivals to celebrate another year without dying.  They praised when the days started getting longer because the sun gave life, they celebrated during the spring in thanks for another winter over and in the hopes of a good and abundant crop to come.  Christianity touches on the same points but calls them something else.  Like; "Your holiday is all wrong.  You should be doing it like this."

Now I don't have a problem with religions carrying doctrine over from predecessors, it makes sense in fact that there are certain universal truths that humanity has understood since before the latest religious fad.  But I do find it frustrating when people begin quoting a book like it's been shat directly from God's arse.  There's no excuse for that sort of ignorance in this modern day, the Bible and it's statements are not the absolute truth.  It is a collection of stories that carry a message that wise individuals considered pertenant to the time it was written in.  It was a book formed by politics and necessity, and while it does have truths in it, one has to understand where it's coming from. 

So this weekend, when you finish gorging on an easter bunny (a symbol of fertility) maybe remember that Easter is a word derived from the word Oestrogen (more fertility sillyness) and before the son of the god of the Jews was tortured, paraided down mainstreet with a tree strapped to his back and nailed to it to rise again two days later, primitive tribes were telling the tails of their ancestors and rejoicing the coming of the spring and praying that their gods be resurrected to bring forth another summer of comfort and bounty.

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QotD: Strange Little Songs

What are the weirdest song titles in your playlist or music collection?
Submitted by Charline.

Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drums) – A Perfect Circle

Please Don't Talk About Murder While I'm Eating – Ben Harper

Jack the Stripper - Fairies Wear – Black Sabbath

Polyamourous – Breaking Benjamin

Faster Kill Pussycat – Brittany Murphy & Paul Oakenfold

@*#! My Wrists – Buckcherry

A Cross and a Girl Named Blessed – Evans Blue

May the Living Be Dead (In Our Wake) – Flogging Molly

11 40 ft – Franz Ferdinand

The Good Times Are Killing Me – Modest Mouse

Goliath and the Vampires – Monster Magnet

Territorial Pissings – Nirvana

My Jekyll Doesn't Hide – Ozzy Ozbourne

Farytale of New York – The Pogues

Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

Slow Cheetah – The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Desecration Smile – The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones

This Cocaine Makes Me Feel Like I'm On this Song – System of a Down

The Pot – Tool

A Sorta Fairytale – Tori Amos

Cornflake Girl – Tori Amos

Daisy Dead Petals – Tori Amos

Snow Cherries From France – Tori Amos

Father Lucifer – Tori Amos

In the Springtime of his Voodoo – Tori Amos

Blow at High Dough – The Tragically Hip

Black Cat Bone – Laika

Baba O'Reily – The Who

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band – The Beatles

Standing Outside a Broken Phone With Money in My Hand – Primitive Radio Gods

Bawitaba – Kid Rock

There we go.  I think Tori Amos has a sizeable portion (As she should.) and so do Irish Bands.  There are some fairly well known songs in there too.  I'm going to have to watch for other people's bizarre lists for sure.

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I’m a Technosexual…

OMFG

That will be the first and only abbreviation uttered in this blog as I explain what the genius marketers from Calvin Klein are trying to inflict upon the "20-something" "tech-user" demographic that I'm a part of.

On March 21'st Calvin Klein released this to reuters.  Releasing a new fragrance line for avatars in the virtual world ran by Linden Lab's Second Life.  I'm not even going to get into what ever crazy corporate logic makes ck think that they can market a fucking smell in a virtual world.  No, instead I'm going to focus on their take on us as consumers.

"ck IN2U speaks the language of a generation connected by technology – the aptly named technosexuals, a term that Calvin Klein has trademarked," says Lori Singer, VP of Global Marketing, Calvin Klein Fragrances. "They are the first generation to be defined more by their means of communication rather than fashion or music."

The audacity of this statement stuns me.  A few shorthand txt-type catch phrases like "what are you IN2" speaks the language of this generation? 

Yes. It's true, this generation is more defined by communication than fashon or music, that they aren't wrong on. However Calvin Klein Fragrances didn't explore the implications of that statement;  communication and sales has become an interactive experience.  This means that "technosexuals" are deciding what to buy based on actual discussions and experiences.  Not some stupid catch phrase and jingle. 

The fashon world is phenominally out of touch with the standard web 2.0 user.  Generations before could be told what was cool and trendy, today this is not the case.   Wit and Wisdom is what's cool and trendy in the web 2.0 world, and "style" is now seperate from "fashon".  Those that get the most respect in a virtual world or on a blog are those that are creative and original, which is what this generation is about. 

So good try defining us Calvin Klein, but your multi-million dollar marketing campaign to sell fragrance in a scentless world probably isn't going do so well. 

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Pre-School for Consumerism

Saturday morning commercials make me sick.

Every 10 minutes my eyes and ears are subjected to a barrage of flashy colors and sound effects so rapid and insistant that I wonder if I'll have a seizure.  Advertisements for children have none of the information or subtlety of ad's designed for adults.  They follow a simple straightforward formula:  Make it bright, make it flasy, make it insistant, and make it regular.  And every single child sitting in front of that TV will need that thing whenever it flashes before their eyes.

There was once a time when toy makers were honored and revered for their ability to bring joy to little children.  They would lovingly craft dolls or blocks with their own hands, and when completed they would be handed directly to the smiling child.  Such toys became beloved family heirlooms passed on from happy child to happy child for generations.  Those days are unfortunately long past.

Giving a child a toy these days does not bring joy to them so much as it prevents a public tantrum.  The need instilled in their young minds allows for nothing less.  They are educated through noise and insistance, and they learn well.  The commercials they see are loud flashy and insistant, and this modus operandi is transferred to their own behavior. 

Ironically, many of the children are in front of the TV being subjected to these behavior-training ad's because it gives their parents some moments of peace and quiet.  While parents are conversing with a cup of coffee thinking they are getting a fleeting moment of peace, their children are being taught to be even louder and more incessant.  Parents just want quiet and toy companies know they'll spend money to keep that quiet.  So it's just a matter of triggering the right amount of noise at the right time, the toy gets bought, the kid shuts up, and everyone's happy. 

The toys themselves are advertisments even.  Batman action figures can't beat the badguy unless they have the latest wing-flipping cape with removable grappeling hook.  And barbie's life just isn't complete until she has the tripple decker home fully furnished with 3 wardrobe closets, two cars and a motorhome.  Where dolls once taught young girls to nurture, and building blocks taught young boys to build, toys now teach our children that success means having.  The results of this education are apparent now with families climbing into a debt that they will never see the end of in their lifetime.  Their house, car, motorcycle, boat and furniture, all an illusion of success that will eventually drag these people into desperation and dispair.   

As the parents sit at the kitchen table eyes bloodshot on their single day-off and quietly discuss how to get the credit cards under control, they are thankful at least that their children are content and quiet while watching Saturday morning cartoons.  They are working harder to pay for what they've allready purchased, and they see their children less and less.  Parents sacrifice their time with their child for the good life, and quiet their own guilt with the occasional offering of a gift.  All th while these children grow up aquiring less of the values of their parents, and more of the values of their school teachers, baby sitters, nannies and favorite television characters, eventually becoming alienated to those who brought them into the world.

So what does a child with a disjointed moral compass that only understands desire and consumption grow up to become?  What will they turn to when the methods they used to get what they want no longer serve them?  If they are lucky they will get beyond the faults in their upbringing and raise more happy debt-ridden families.  If they are not so lucky they will eventually fall into the most immediate form of desire and consumption.  Drugs. 

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QotD: Global Warming?

Have you noticed a climate change in the area where you live over the past few years?

I suppose after what I said the other day I'm obliged to say something on this, otherwise my adoring fans (both of them) would feel betrayed.

Our summers in Canada are mild and pleasant for the most part but are tempermental.  The one thing we learn to expect is change when it comes to the weather.  A popular expression regarding the weather is; "Don't like it, wait 10 minutes."  For me, it's difficult to track any defining trend in our summers, we Canadians just appreciate them. 

Now the winters, there's something we notice…

I'm sure I'm just propagating more ideas that Canada is nothing but a frozen waistland by saying this, but Winter defines this area.  Canadian's are frendly and helpful because no one ever wants to be left on the side of the road having car troubles in 20 below weather.  We learn what it is to drive in snowstorms at night, how to drive on icy roads without crashing, and how to dress fashonably warm.

The past 3 winters have been interesting, bizarre temperature shifts would cause it to be -40 and +2 Celcius within 2 days had formerly kept most of the snow to slight buildups in the shady spots, and inevitably caused the roads to be treacherously icy.  This all amounting to a winter that seems visually understated by a lack of snow on the ground, but one where driving is quite dangerous.

This past winter has been quite different from it's two predecessors though.  Early November and December started with the same yo-yo temperatures we had become accustomed to, and then in January winter started for-real.  January started warm then went to bitterly cold, and then we got the biggest blizzard I've ever seen in this country.  I remember working late that day, and attempting to drive home in it.  I was plowing through snowdrifts so high I couldn't even see the end of my hood half the time.  Eventually I got stuck in one, but was lucky enough to get pulled out by a farmer who was ferrying a friend home in a tractor (more of that Canadian niceness I spoke of earlier).  I actually managed to get home that night unlike the rest of the crew who took a different road and managed to power-out their truck in a 8 foot snowdrift.  (They took a picture of that drift the next morning which I regrettably don't have to show you.  It was over 15 feet high by morning.)

After that winter was here to stay.  It was the winter that the snowmobilers and skiiers of this company have been dreaming of the past 5 years.  The temperatures were appropriately cold and we've continued to get more and more snow.  The only thing that's been unpleasant about this winter has been it's length.  Truthfully we've only started to see real thawing 3 days ago, and now it's so late in the season that it's thawing quite quickly. Which will be sure to flood the rivers and streams.

So who's to say what will come next year.  The weather will always be something to talk/bitch about,  Thousands of years ago, we sacrificed virgins to the weather gods so they will bestow their favor on us.  Perhaps their harems are getting a bit skimpy up there and they'd like a bit of new flesh…  

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Mankind CANNOT destroy this Planet

It's true.  We can't.

We humans do not possess the technology to destroy this planet.

We can only destroy everything we like about it.

We humans think we're soooo special, we've got horseless carriages and nuclear bombs, and we rape our planet of it's natural resources while it slumbers under the influence of the two ruffies we slipped in it's drink.  It will never recover.

Why don't we call a spade a spade?  The planet earth has been around for a LONG time.  Humans…. notsomuch.  So stop saying that we're killing the planet!  We're NOT.  If we irradiated every tree and flower on this rock tomorrow the planet would still be just fine.  Give it another million years and the same block parties that were going on before would be annoying the neighbors again.  We're a blip.  Another species of the millions that have, will, or do inhabit earth. 

Humans do not exist outside the natural order of things.  To think so is arrogant.  We're another species making our way just like all the others.  We live at the mercy of our environment like every other species, and when the planet does decide to smack us around many will perish, and maybe the strong and cunning might survive.

Instead we should look at the planet like we do our homes:  You can let things get run-down and trashy, or you can keep things tidy, maybe even renovate the bathroom.  And when you move out or die, maybe your kids will move in after a long and bitter will contention, or maybe your assetts will be siezed by the state to pay for your outstanding parking violations.  Ultimately we will parish, and maybe our nice things will go too, but the real-estate we thought our very own forever will still be there to become someone else's.

So don't save the planet.  Save yourselves.  Maybe when you die you can look back on your life and know you contributed in your own small way to the cosmos… or maybe you just left a messy house and some unpaid debts. 

 

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Am I Doomed to Fail Because I Never Went to College?

High school sucked for me.  It sucked for me more than most people in fact. 

I don't frequent bars often but when I do I can recall several occasions where a drunken person from my high-school years has to apoligise over and over again for that "thing" they did to me back in grade 10; 8 years ago.  I never ever remember them or whatever it was that they did.  But they do because for them; my humiliation was a high point during their sucky high-school years.

There is one thing I miss about high school though. 

Knowing everything.   That was nice.

I knew exactly what I wanted to with myself when I was in high-school.  I was going to be a writer.  It was so simple, all the Personal Planning tests I did told me so. (They were so easy to tailor, a retarded monkey could figure out how to have it say he was going to be an astronaut.)  I knew I was going to be rich, successful, insightful and cutting edge.  It was all going to come together for me, and the shy kid that got picked on would show everyone.

Then… I graduated.

Almost immediately all that wonderful knowlege left me, and with it fled my confidence in my favorable destiny.  I still planned whole-heartedly to be a writer, but it involved actually writing stuff, and I hadn't quite gotten to that part.  Writing wasn't panning out, and so I decided I needed to do something else… just so that I could buy food and clothes and such while I was figuring out why I didn't know how to write anymore.

The problem was, I hadn't thought about what else I might do.  There was no profession that came to mind that I felt I would be good enough at to make me happy… or at least lots of money.  If I had figured that part out I would have gone to college, but I wasn't sure.  So I held off on spending my money on a post secondary education until I had figured out what I wanted for myself.

It took me 4 years to figure out that I won't ever be anything else.  I'll always be an aspiring writer.  Maybe some day I'll actually succeed at it.  But the more I aspire, the more I wonder if I should still go to school.  Everyone else's stuff seems so… polished. Journalists seem to know so much about their topics, and though my ideas seem good to me, somehow they lack a powerful delivery. Is it because the writers of the things I read went to college?  Or is it because they've been at this longer than me?

These little inklings of self-doubt are par for the course though.  I'm certain these days that success is not based on what you have learned, it's based on what you can do. If I write a blog that attracts 50 thousand viewers a day, is a magazine going to refuse to print my work because I don't have a degree?  If I can draw great pictures quickly, will a book seller refuse to contract me to draw for them because I don't have my bachelor of arts? 

For a creative mind like mine, it's about your portfolio.  If you want to be a doctor or a lawyer or a profession with a stanardised qualification, then get your ass to school pronto.  Though if you're looking to create something original then perhaps you should save your money and endear yourself to a few mentors and start teaching yourself on what you need to know.

Allright, feel free to flame me for this because I'm jumping to conclusions without actually experiencing. (Something I do fairly often.)  But it seems to me that Arts degrees are something of a joke.  Many students I've spoken to consider them a float-through degree.  To me it looks like an easy prerequisite to a legitimate professional degree that keeps a student dropping money into the education industry while they get the party years out of their system.  Yes yes, I know it's modular, it's purpose is to be a stepping stone for students to get into what they desire.  And if they change orientations in the middle, their 3 years of initial college isn't all useless.  A wonderful sell; totally worth 60,000 dollars and 3 years of my life.  But really, what does it teach?

Does it teach me to do reserch?  Kuz I'm just no good with that Google thingy.

Does it teach me to be artistic?  How do you define art anyways, does a teacher define it with his vast historical understanding…?  Or do millions of viewers looking at a picture on Deviant Art?

Does it teach me how to learn?  This is a valid point that I've heard from many advocates of the modern education system, being that college teaches a person how to learn.  Which is why companies set up policies that only individuals with a degrees can start in certain positions.  But really, these companies are just looking for someone bright who knows how to work.  So treat it like a job prerequisite like any other standardised profession would have. and spend the money because there's a job you know you'll get at the end of it.

Post secondary education is a huge industry.  But unlike most industries that provide the service a customer asks for, Colleges and Universities provide the service that they decide you need.  They tell you that college is the only way you can be successful. They force dozens of schools of knowlege unrelated to the information you actually need down your throat for your (to-be) hard earned money.  But these days with information as easy to access as it is; many of the things we relied on for Universities (and their libraries) to hold are now available within our homes.  We can learn the things we need to know for free, and without wasting our time with the fluff.

Would I be more successful going to college?  Perhaps, perhaps not.

But I've started on this path, and I intend to see it through.  I'll save my money and pirate my education off of the internet.

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How do I approach those I admire?

Yesterday I was serfing for interesting articles and I found someone who had Leo Laporte as their friend.  And it sort of hit me how close I could actually become to interacting with the people in the media that I respect and admire. 

I'm an avid watcher of G4 Tech TV when I'm at work and I download the podcasts when I'm at home because I don't get that channel with my Cable (I don't watch much TV at home anyways so no point in subscribing for a G4 subscription really.) and in fact my decision to join Vox was due to watching a re-run of Call for Help where he pitched the Vox beta. 

It never occurred to me before yesterday that I could use the internet to correspond with those I admire and have influenced me.  I went to Leo's blog and started reading, it's great stuff he's obviously been doing this for a while, and it shows in the style of his writing and the subject matter. And I have to admit he's light-years ahead of me regarding tech knowledge, and I try and keep up a lot. 

If I wanted to, I could put all sorts of comments on his site telling him how much I like his show and how glad I am that I found his blog, and I bet he'd even read some of them… but I don't.

I respect people such as this for their success, and I look to them for drive and inspiration to hopefully achieve success myself in the things I like.  I would love to start a correspondance with Leo and some of the other people I see in the media that inspire me, but I know that these people are busy, they probably get thousands of e-mails per day from guys like me, and simply don't have the time.

Everyone, know matter how rich, famous or intelligent has people they admire.  And I imagine for the most part people 'like' to be admired especially for something they've worked hard at.  But how do you go from a simple handshake and saying "I love your work."  to establishing a meaningful dialog?

I guess that lies in the give-and-take of the first moments of the conversation… there has to be some reason why this busy person would continue to spend his-or-her time listening or reading what you have to say. 

So what do I have to say?

*Silence*

I'll get back to you on that.

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My Girlfriend Doesn’t Read My Blog…

Or much of anything I write for that matter.

She says that the side of me that writes is not a side of me that she considers seperate from the side that she knows.   So I wonder, is she afraid to be suprised?  Or does she not want to delve that deeply into my thoughts feeling that if I have something to say to her I'll say it directly…?

We've been together quite a while, and there's a comfort level between us.  Despite living together for several years neither of us wishes to get married at this time, citing our own reasons, and we have no children.  I would consider our relationship healthy, we spend time together easily, have similar interests in movies comics and their trends, while also being able to still have our own independant interests and friends without each other around.  It's a stable old relationship and frankly we might as well be married. 

Last night I got away from work (I work away from home these days.) to go visit her, catch a movie and spend the night.  Late in the evening I showed her this from a blog I recently found, and she loved it.  I asked her if she was reading my blog and she said no, citing that she doesn't want to see that side of me.

Now I can understand that she might think these are my personal thoughts or interests, and I've never forced her to read anything I've written before, but wouldn't she be interested? 

At what point in an intimate relationship do you decide that there's a boundary in your knowledge of your partner that you don't want to cross?

Is her choice to not read these thoughts based on a desire to respect my privacy so that a misinterpretation of my writings won't skew her perceptions towards me?  Or is it based on disinterest?  Is this stuff dull?

Part of me appreciates having the freedom to be my own person without having to worry about those closest to me poking their noses into every tiny aspect of my life.  But I also write this stuff to "share" with readers whoever they might be.  Their taking the time to read and perhaps respond gives me hope that my ideas aren't worthless or trivial.

I know there are elements of my girlfriend's life that I don't pay much attention to, so this is a two-way street.  I know from experience that the things she does that don't interest me are things that are often associated with something I actively dislike.  Perhaps there's something in my writing that annoys her…

I've been told that I come across differently when I'm communicating textually rather than verbally.  I guess that's to do with the fact that I have a backspace key and can take however long I want to decide the right words to use.  Plus the hangups and social missteps people have the tendancy to make are lessened, because the text betrays none of the hesitancy and uncertanty that people might be feeling as they speak.  It's hard to channel our exact personalities onto paper, and really who would want to?

Perhaps my girlfriend doesn't see the same endearing qualities in my writing that she loves about me in person. 

 

 

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