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I don’t consider you a close friend until you have spent some time with my father. No one can really know me until they have met him. Shall I introduce you? In the photo above, my dad, Charles is hanging out with me at my 3rd birthday party. It’s one of my earliest memories, and a very happy one. He was living on another island, and was visiting Maui for just to celebrate me turning three. This would be one of about three days we spent together before I turned 12.

If the social web had been developed in 1985 my dad would be one of those people with a thousand Facebook friends and possibly a blog like this one. He is one of the best story tellers I have ever known. And let me tell you, this is a man with some incredible stories to tell.

After I turned 12, he moved to Maui and began to tell me some of these stories. I did my best to memorize them. When I arrived in New York City for college, I was eager for people to know me. One of the ways I knew how to do that – beyond the initial introduction of, “I’m Harmony from Hawaii,”  was to tell stories about my family. I would hold court, telling stories that made people listen.

Little did I know that the reason they were staring at me was not because I was telling great stories. It was because I was over-sharing. At one point my roommate took me aside and said, “You really need to stop telling people those things about your family. It’s embarrassing.” I was stunned. I had not been raised with the concept that the actions of family (some whom you never met) was something to be ashamed of.

I read Public Parts, by Jeff Jarvis. Throughout reading it, I couldn’t help but think of my tendency to over share. I would agree with Mr. Jarvis, that as long as you are sharing stories with permission and credit, don’t harm anyone, and add value, there is no harm done. People gravitate to authentic content based on real experiences and real unedited emotion.

This post was an adapted version of Day 59 of my 100daysormore project. I wanted to revisit it, not only because of Laura’s last prompt about early memories, but because my post earlier this week elicited some unexpected responses. I upset people. I made friends worry about me. But in my mind I was just making art. This post is to remind my audience of who I am and why I write. I over share. It’s what being a writer and an artist means to me. Most of all, it’s my duty to carry on the legacy, as the sole heir to the king of over-sharing.

And tomorrow I will share this:

Prompt #16 (Nov 18)

If you could eat one meal for the rest of your life, what meal would that be, why, who would make it, and who would eat it with you?

http://lamiki.com/2013/11/writing-prompt-favorite-meal/

 

3 thoughts on “I am the Princess of Over-sharing

  1. Hello again Dear One…

    You couldn’t have been much older than this pic with your Dad, when I first met you and your beautiful Mom….

    I have to say I love hearing your words about your Dad…I can hardly believe I have never met him…and actually thought I knew you well…always so much more to know… 🙂

    I love your ‘over-sharing’…you have always been so expressive and a bundle of joy….

    I soooo remember you (not much older than this pic) calling a shuttle at Kapalua and coming to the building where Rick and I lived….coming upstairs and knocking on our door to come for a visit…never afraid of communication even with grown-ups…The memories with you and later Shawn and your Radiant Mom…bring me such a warmth to my heart…so happy we were in your life…especially when Charles wasn’t able to be…and soooo very happy you were and are in my life, now…..

    Thanks for your blogs Sweet Harmony…

    Love you always…

    Bonnie Lou

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