It's so tempting, isn't it? Like sharing a delicious piece of gossip, writing about people you know is both satisfying and dangerous. You want to spread the news, you want to give other people the delight of knowing the strangely exotic workings of this person's life and yet you know if you do that they might find out and hunt you down.
Okay, maybe not hunt you down but surely there will be consequences. You can't share the intimate details of someone's adult temper tantrum and then expect them to not have another when they realise it has been immortalised in the written word (assuming you haven't also taken pictures).
You really, really want to include the best eccentric episode from that certain person and yet, exactly because it is so wonderful, it is also identifiable. Anyone reading it would think you made it up, except for the person themselves.
Frankly, if I trusted the internet more than I do, I would probably have an anonymous blog where I could vent it all: recreate those moments from the week which deserve special mention but would also deserve special punishment if I was to share them.
People might make very entertaining subjects but they do tend to get aeriated if they think you made their faux pas public, especially if you have a tendency to elaborate and embroider.
So, for now I have to bide my time and hope I don't forget all the good stuff before I use it. I'm hoping with enough time in between those lovely subjects will fail to recognise themselves in my works of fiction.
Honestly, it's fiction, right?
No, that's not about you! I even forgot you did that!
No, I don't remember you saying those exact words!
Here, have a signed copy. Tell all your friends.
No, that's not a picture of you on the inside cover...
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