Sensitive Friend,
I thought of you and your comments about what I have been writing.
During the last week, I had strange experiences, and I wrote about them to two female friends back home. With them, I feel free to go into details both intimate and embarrassing. It would be difficult for me to write such information to a male friend.
While writing to them, I communicated with you in my mind “You see I write about such things as well.”
I feel some apprehension writing about such events as there is a big gap between a spicy conversation over phone or one-to-one, where the tone and gestures matter a lot and when I could be responsive immediately to the level of acceptance of the person listening.
When writing, all those nuances get lost.
I need to trust the reader fully, to write such details, and I also assume the friend hears and sees me while reading.
Wise Friend,
It didn’t cross my mind, I didn’t imagine, I wouldn’t feel comfortable at all…would you confide in me with the details you mentioned. I’m not that man.
I understand well the limits and the feelings around the written word and consider how the off-line time and distance impose upon each one’s receptiveness; we are right to remind each other that from time to time. Add to that the worry, sometimes close to the limits of asthenia, to not overtax, to keep a measure and to be “comme il faut”.
It is as you say: “reality is the reality (sic!)”, “here and now,” and similar.
I keep the ending.
eachword-eachday 