I Am Too Paranoid To Share Good News With My Neighbors

 For about a month after I wrote this, I became too paranoid to post about being too paranoid. I told Scott about my dilemma on top of a dilemma, and he just walked away. I was jealous.

There have been a bunch of break-ins in my neighborhood so I thought I would cheer everyone up by emailing our neighbors about the outcome of the local Late Enough mini Hurricane Sandy donation drive that ended up being anything but mini.

As much as my local freader participated, I also mass emailed my neighbors about it without mentioning the blog part, but I forgot to let them know how it ended. The 13 car break-ins seemed like a great time to send the link with the photographs of the stacks of donations and the multitude of trips to New York and New Jersey. We could celebrate their generosity along with y’alls and the rest of our community. What a It’s A Wonderful Life moment where we could remember how amazing humanity is just in time for Christmas.

Except then I thought: What if they think that my blog is attracting people to our neighborhood? What if they blame me or my freaders for the break-ins?

Do-gooder liberal idealist who hang out with anyone plus weirdo bloggers plastering themselves all over the Internet? Add them up and BAM! Car and shed break-ins EVERYWHERE.

So thought and I worried and I thought some more while I saved and resaved the email in drafts. Maybe I don’t want my entire neighborhood to know I have a blog and blaming it on them is easier. Maybe I like the three people who talk to me, and I don’t want to lose them to fears about being blogged.

Or perhaps I’m the only one who’s forever looking for the O Captain, My Captain moment — the time where everyone comes together in the movie and humanity’s love and spirit triumphs.

But the best part of those moments is that they aren’t just in the movies. Every day someone choses to believe in goodness and light.

Except for my neighbors because I never sent the link.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

8 thoughts to “I Am Too Paranoid To Share Good News With My Neighbors”

  1. I became a teacher because of that moment.
    And also because I too choose to believe in goodness and light.

    Keep shining, Alex.
    The world needs more do-gooder liberal idealist weirdo bloggers.


  2. One of my absolute favorite scenes of any movie any time any where! (I’m usually nasty bawling and crying through it all but love the message about standing up for what is right).

    1. I think that my neighbor-gut is onto something because I got a note today about neighbors yelling at other neighbors about speeding and leaving made-up notes about where people can park. Or maybe they desperately need It’s A Wonderful Life, and I left them in Pottersville. Eek.

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