A Lesson Learned

I pretty much could be anybody, your neighbor, your college roommate, your worst nightmare. But I'm really just an nobody, an average ordinary middle age woman with a blog. A blog about Anderson Cooper. I've always wanted to remain anonymous in my blogging - it's easier for me to write this way. I also like the freedom it gives me to talk about my husband, my kids, my life, my obsession without embarrassing anyone. (Be patient, I'm getting to how this all ties into Anderson Cooper.) This weekend someone on the internet apparently didn't like the nice little private, anonymous world I have created for myself. They acquired some private information they thought related to me and posted it on a website. Maybe by accident, maybe to embarrass me, maybe so I would marvel at their detective abilities. Who knows. What I do know is I didn't like it at all. This nice little balance that I had worked out in my life that allowed me to be free to write, without worry about how it effected my family, my friends, my clients was in danger of crumbling around me and my keyboard. (Now we get to how this relates to Mr. Cooper.)
I try to learn lessons from events like this. Sometimes it takes years to see how the lesson applies to my everyday living, sometimes it is almost instantaneous. That was the case with this lesson. I came across some Anderson information today that I would normally have wanted to share in my blog, immediately. Interesting information, private information, probably true, possibly not, but interesting none the less. I studied this information, which included a picture of Anderson and his alleged significant other. Also included were some quotes from a supposed first hand source, saying Anderson acknowledged his significant other in their conversation. Don't bother to scroll down and look for the picture. The picture isn't here, nor is the accompanying story. As I said, I learned a lesson this weekend. If Anderson Cooper wants us to know who he loves, who he sleeps with, who is there for him when he needs someone to lean on, he'll tell us. And the same goes for me.