Reading a blog is like peeking through the windows of someone’s house.
From the window you can’t see the whole house. You can see some things clearly whilst others are completely or partially obscured. Even when you can see clearly, your own perceptions alter what you see. That cardboard box that you think looks like it should be in the recycling? In my eyes it’s a homemade race car, a cabin, a drum and ultimately hours of entertainment for my son.
Things aren’t always what they seem.
You might not like what you see on my blog. You might think I’m just a bored and lonely housewife who is in desperate need of a hobby.
And that’s fine. You’re allowed to think that.
But you’re judging me on a lot of things you can’t see.
Let’s go to my house and see, shall we? From my front windows you can only see my lounge room. It’s the epicentre of my home, and from it you can tell quite a few things.
From the toys on the floor you might assume that a family lives here. From the plates on the table you may think we’ve just eaten a meal together. From the shelves of books you may guess we’re avid readers. From the un-matching couches you might presume we have more important things to spend our money on or are just really bad at interior decorating. And you’d be right on all counts.
But most people wouldn’t assume that because you can’t see my kitchen from my front windows, that I don’t have one. Or that because you can’t see my toilet, that we all must just crap our pants.
So when you read my words, you’re taking the quickest glimpse in to my life and seeing what I choose to put up at the front windows. When you turn around and use those words to fling hateful comments and accusations at me and the people I love, akin to “YOU HAVE NO KITCHEN AND YOU ALL SHIT IN THE CORNER!” it reflects so much more on you than I and, honestly, you just look like a bit of a dickhead.
I’m not going to haul my kitchen in to my lounge room to prove I have one, just as I’m not going to change what I do here to suit your narrow view.
Glowless is a champion procrastinator who likes to bake, drink wine and write stuff, though not necessarily in that order. She can be found at Where’s My Glow? unless she has a looming deadline, in which case she can be found on twitter.