As most of you know, the Fishbowl is a bit of a public place. With it's big shop windows and our Open Door policy, we'll get a lot of visitors. Neighbors and friends are most welcome to stop by for a coffee or for a chat, and we do have the monthly studio dinners on top. This is the lifestyle we have chosen intentionally and we love all of this interaction. I actually couldn't think of anything more inspirational than people and I have no plans at all, on changing our routine. Once in a while though, there is a down side, or let's rather call it a little side effect, to this kind of lifestyle. The more open we'll approach people, the more welcoming we are, the more open they tend to react. Sometimes we'll get to know about their deepest secrets, their hidden dramas and they'll entrust us sides of their life, that should probably no be shared with, for example, your neighbors. This is when it gets tricky. Over the five years of living in this neighborhood, I did develop strategies to deal with such manifestations; I have learned to stay emphatic and at the same time, to distant myself from people who are coming too close. More importantly, I have learned, to safe my privacy from too much exposure. The part, I am still having a hard time dealing with, is when people regret having been so open. And at times, like today as you might have guessed, I am getting really angry about such attitude. Don't call me nosy, when you have told me too much, of what you feel comfortable with. I am not the one with an issue here, only because you feel ashamed. Simply deal with your insecurities for yourself, we have all been there, and try not to project them on me. It wasn't me asking for your story, but it is definitely not me, you can blame for tellingit. It is not me judging you, it is nobody else but you. Just forget about it and come over for another coffee, next time, and smile a little.