15%

This blog is about 15% of my life. Yes, every day (except on days with guest posts), I talk about my life as Kandi. But please understand, that is only about 15% of my life. There is so much more, 100% of which is of no interest to anyone but me (and I am not sure I’m all that interested). I’ve recently said this, if I blogged about all of my life, no one would care and both of my readers would quickly drift away.

I am greatly blessed with the ability to get out principally whenever I wish. Sure there are situations and circumstances where I cannot or chose not to dress. I usually dress three times a week. I am probably dressed for an aggregate of 24 hours each week. Some more, some less. That’s about 15% of the week. Last year I got out about 125 times.

If I could dress more often, I am not sure I would. This past pre-Christmas weekend, I ushered at Mercury Theatre for two shows. Because our daughter was home, I did so as myself. I have been there many, many times over the past few years, all as Kandi. This time, it was all me and you know what? Didn’t make a difference. Same friendly banter with patrons. Same stupid jokes by me. Same kindnesses exchanged. Plus the time spent was fairly insignificant. Getting dressed would have probably eliminated one of those days since getting the Kandi show up and running takes so damn much time. I made a contribution and spent about four house over two days, half of which was the commute.

Some of the reactions to the real me were very interesting. I was actually told I was sexy as a guy (which could not be any more untrue, I am an old dude, not possible of being so, believe me). But the complement did make me happy. I am honest with myself and about myself. For a 58 year old man, I am in very good shape and look about ten years younger than that.

Many knew me immediately from my smile. One theatre patron I knew and hadn’t seen for about 15 years. He immediately remembered me (real me) and we had a nice talk. Had I been dressed, I know that exchange would not have happened because he would not have put 2 and 2 together.

So please understand, there are so many more (mostly completely uninteresting) layers to this onion, than you see here. Kandi is NOT me, but she is clearly a very big, very important part of me. She has changed me, she has blessed me, she has greatly improved my life, but she and I are two different animals, she a part of the whole that is me. Some have made observations about me (not Kandi, me) based on what they read here on the blog. While there certainly is significant overlap, it’s not the full picture.

Kandi’s Land = 15% of me.

So here was my New Years Eve fortune:

Could be an interesting year……

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