The Good, the Bad, the LiveJournal
Livejournal has been my release, and my tendril to the world letting you all know that I actually do have thoughts and feelings behind my facade of careful control. But more than all that, it has also been my sounding board to myself, and the advice and support I receive is phenominal. But last night I also heard about the downside of having a public journal. It can be ugly too.
Someone very special to me was blindsided by remarks from her friends about things I had written in my journal. I didn't mean them to be malicious, as they were genuine feelings that I had at the time, but the trouble with making things public is that each journal entry is made possible to be taken the wrong way.
I considered making my journal something that I censor, or perhaps just stopping it all together. But I want people to know what is going on in my life, and I want to use it as the amazing tool it is. So, my consideration of moderating my posts has been tossed out the window. I apologize if what I say is offensive to you or to those you care about, but this is how I feel. I am human and don't think perfectly, and sometimes my anger and hurt get the best of my typing fingers.
And to my friend who is considering doing me harm because of my posts, speak to me privately and I will tell you all you wish to know.
Someone very special to me was blindsided by remarks from her friends about things I had written in my journal. I didn't mean them to be malicious, as they were genuine feelings that I had at the time, but the trouble with making things public is that each journal entry is made possible to be taken the wrong way.
I considered making my journal something that I censor, or perhaps just stopping it all together. But I want people to know what is going on in my life, and I want to use it as the amazing tool it is. So, my consideration of moderating my posts has been tossed out the window. I apologize if what I say is offensive to you or to those you care about, but this is how I feel. I am human and don't think perfectly, and sometimes my anger and hurt get the best of my typing fingers.
And to my friend who is considering doing me harm because of my posts, speak to me privately and I will tell you all you wish to know.