The Skeletons In My Closet--My Laptop

I told the court that I may put my worst foot forward in my blog, but I tend to keep the best of me hidden more than I would the bad. I said I have no skeletons in my closet.

Now my computer guy knows the truth. I felt it was a compliment that he was able to say to me you'd never believe what kinds of things you find on a computer and how it says a lot about a person and he said this to me because I think he was happy to see there was nothing strange inn my files.

If there had been, I couldn't have cleaned it up first. I had a major malware worm that kept me from getting into anything at all. So I took it to him and had no ne of my history or searches deleted or trashed or anything.

I feel very confident he would be able to say that at least when it came to my laptop, there were NO skeletons in the closet.

He mentioned how important character was, to his son there.

I felt very happy that I had an outside eye get a closer look and inside view, into what I do in my private time and what kind of person I am.

I don't have anything weird in my files, either in photos, email, or anything else. In a way, I'm glad someone had a chance to check me out while knowing I couldn't have covered anything up even if I'd wanted to or tried.

I told the court, it shouldn't matter what is on my blog. If I use it as a healthy way to vent when I'm angry and get it out, that is a sign of good management of my inner self. I get it out in the open and it is not held inside. I feel using a blog or journal is really wrong, esp. when someone is a creative writer and passionate and things are not being confirmed or verified.

I also told the court that I might write something that sounds totally crazy on my blog but then if you were in the same room or next to me, you could start talking to me and see I was no different. I wasn't having a psychotic break or enraged or wild or anything. I was just writing but my head and conversation were still normal.

Oh, except when I've said I've been poisoned or something else weird is going on, I'm not lying and I've given photos and have labs to prove it.
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Anyway, I think he felt freer to talk to me after seeing I am even more normal and boring than one might assume, except for being curious about a lot of things and interested in many topics.

I think it was just more of the same, of what C.D. found on my laptop when he had a look for himself while I took a bath. Lots of search about music, lyrics, and a general variety of things. Nothing strange, dangerous, or bizarre.