I found myself once again wanting to write something about which I probably shouldn’t in such a public forum as this. What am I really afraid of? Strangers finding out details about my life that I’d rather not share? But in that case, I shouldn’t have a blog at all.
Strangers really aren’t such a big deal. Probably the worst are acquaintances, you know, those people who are friends but then kinda not really. Friends, I wouldn’t really mind, but acquaintances … how much should they be allowed passively into my life?
Sometimes, it’s even awkward when someone I don’t see that often mention something which they really had no way of knowing, and they knew because they actively follow this blog. In a way, I’m flattered that people are interested in reading this thing, but on the other hand, I’m more cautious now about posting things than when I first started out 2 summers ago. And really, this is about me, right? Maybe.
Thus in the meantime, I will mull over this thing about which I am tempted to write, sleep on it, etc. Maybe it will have become so trivial in a week’s time that I won’t even remember what it was all about.
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this is what I do. I write about it, to get it out, then sleep on it. if i’m embarrassed about it in the morning, then I’ll take it down.. that way only the truly obsessive followers of my life ever read about it (though I don’t know how I feel about that, either.. )
- vanishing
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