public privacy
diaries are for girls and journals are for boys. never was that more clear than on the old nickelodeon line-up. doug funnie wrote in a journal. helga pataki wrote in a diary.
i always wanted to keep a journal when i was younger, but after seeing 'harriet the spy' i realized that writing out my personal thoughts and feelings and leaving them in a book for anyone to pickup and read was rather dangerous. so, i never started one. then the internet came along and suddenly writing out my every thought didn't seem so scary. yes, those thoughts could now be seen by anyone with a phone jack and a modem, but the chances of anyone i knew stumbling upon my thoughts were one in ten million.
my blogging started small. things i just wanted to get off my chest. my thoughts on the day, or perhaps a place to vent when things seemed out of control. eventually the writings matured. complaints about the world i lived in were replaced by problems that i had put myself into. i chose to share these problems with my friends. those i could trust. i wrote out my thoughts for those closest to me to see.
today, my world became a little bit smaller. different parts of my life have become connected through facebook and twitter and myspace, parts that should never have been connected.
its important to know your audience. it is difficult at times for me to remember exactly who is in my audience, as it continues to grow. i am different toward different people, but the things that i say and do online must now be good for all time zones.
i am washed out, plain, and pale. this is the only place left where my words can still have color and life. this is where i can still be honest, i hope.
roll on...
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