Changes
I’ve noticed something, and it’s kind of bothering me. You know, I used to post things here. Really post things, like actual entries of things that were on my mind or had happened to me. This was my journal. But lately, not only have I not been doing that, but when I do post something rather than just use LJ as a repository for my tweets from Twitter, I don’t even reply. So I sat down and thought about why that was. And I don’t like the conclusion I’ve come to.
I don’t post or reply or talk on LJ anymore, because I no longer feel free to do that. Along the way, I have gathered people that call themselves friends, but aren’t really. They’re people I know, or people who are friends of my friends. But they’re not really my friends. And I’ve sort of been censoring myself because I don’t want these people to know how I think or feel. I don’t want to share myself with them.
So.
I have made this journal mostly friends-only, going back and locking almost all of the posts. Tomorrow, I’m going to cull my friends list. If you’re cut, I hope you’ll understand. If you don’t, well then, I guess you don’t. But I’m tired of tiptoeing through a place that I used to enjoy and getting stomach aches over how somebody might take something, or worry that somebody might tell somebody something I said out of context. I’m done with that.
I don’t post or reply or talk on LJ anymore, because I no longer feel free to do that. Along the way, I have gathered people that call themselves friends, but aren’t really. They’re people I know, or people who are friends of my friends. But they’re not really my friends. And I’ve sort of been censoring myself because I don’t want these people to know how I think or feel. I don’t want to share myself with them.
So.
I have made this journal mostly friends-only, going back and locking almost all of the posts. Tomorrow, I’m going to cull my friends list. If you’re cut, I hope you’ll understand. If you don’t, well then, I guess you don’t. But I’m tired of tiptoeing through a place that I used to enjoy and getting stomach aches over how somebody might take something, or worry that somebody might tell somebody something I said out of context. I’m done with that.