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.