Having a 21st century moment
Since I don't read my journal very often, and I have a crap memory, these sorts of epiphanies happen every once in a while. To wit: I really let it all hang out here, don't I? I just logged out and looked over my journal, and hell, I talk about all kinds of personal stuff. Part of me is like, wow, cool, my very personal and articulate self is out there on the web for people to find and maybe enjoy. Part of me is just AAAAAAAAAAAH privacy! I am trying to give up the part that is all AAAH about privacy. I mean, what's the good of it? I want people who would go poking around trying to learn about me to find out something true and interesting. I think that's good. It would tend to bring me closer together with someone who is drawn to me. I like that. So? I'm afraid that some meany-head is going to go poking and find the same things? What then? Will meany-head come taunt me at my job or something? If he does, I am prepared to poke him in both eyes. Anyone else not in the "drawing closer" or "meany-head" categories, maybe someone who reads a word that makes his eyes burn, will just have to run away, screaming, for having experienced the fate of the curious cat. I am already well aware of my role on earth as a warning to others.
Til now, I've gone to what minimal effort is possible to keep this journal hard to find. You can't Google it, I don't link to it from Facebook, and I don't use this screen name other places. With a few clicks, I could change all that. The idea is titillating. It's like thinking about flashing people on the subway.
Til now, I've gone to what minimal effort is possible to keep this journal hard to find. You can't Google it, I don't link to it from Facebook, and I don't use this screen name other places. With a few clicks, I could change all that. The idea is titillating. It's like thinking about flashing people on the subway.