One thing I’ve learned as somebody who has tried to maintain honesty and integrity with a blog:
Whenever I’m afraid to share something because I’m ashamed is exactly the time to do it.
I’m mostly afraid to share hard truth. This was how I lived up until a few years ago – I was always a very nice, outgoing person, but one that was terrified for you to see my imperfection. Because I thought it meant I was defective. And even though we’re all somewhat defective, as is the human condition, I thought I could be doing just a little better if I really tried.
- I could make more money
- Be more fit and muscular
- Better satisfy my girlfriend/wife (yes, that way, and every other way)
- Take care of my home and pets better
- Get a better, more satisfying job
And since I lived in the world of “you could do better if you really tried” I was always ashamed of my present situation. Which means I couldn’t handle it, and I was too scared that you couldn’t either. That you would run if you knew just how little I truly accomplished.
This, not surprisingly, is probably where I developed my ability to entertain through humor. I found that if you’re truly funny, which is somewhat rare, people will accept you. Also, they will be kept at a distance, but it’s a safe distance.
Okay, enough psychobabble. Truth – I don’t want to share these photos as I’m at my fattest. While not evident on these pictures, the face is fatter that I’d like it to be.
So, despite this insane fear as I-know-you-don’t-really-give-a-shit, here are some headshots taken from my good friend Liz Markel at Tipping Point Photography.
Oh, and by the way, these are headshots for my literary debut as contributing editor for Urban Gentleman Magazine. I wrote three stories, and even avoided using choice expletives.
