Over the past couple months, I've picked up some followers in Twitter, friends in Facebook, and blog readers that I know. Family members now can easily find out how I am coping, or not, with the world in spaces I previously let things, well, hang out.
Before Facebook morphed into a place where grandmothers invite their grandkids to join their Mafia/Zombie/Maim,Kill,Destroy group, I was pretty casual about my activity on there. I didn't think twice about posting a status update that reflected whatever my hormones were doing to me that day. After all, I figured that my friends on there would know I didn't mean them if my update said, "Julia hates all of you today. Just today." Lately though, I've found I don't want to even post updates that could be construed as whining or negative. Do I really need my cousins knowing every little detail? My aunt certainly reads my updates as she told the whole family at brunch on Sunday that they could join Facebook and also know whenever I have a headache or am craving doughnuts.
Then there's this blog. I've tried not to hold back too much on here, but in the almost eight years I've been writing entries, I've found myself wanting to share a little less. I don't want this to turn into an impersonal blog that just re-landscapes news stories I've read elsewhere. But I've been feeling less comfortable putting out details to any of the people who regularly check in from around the world, but never leave comments. Part of the joy of keeping a blog is the occasional blog comment readers leave. It reminds me that I'm not just getting bots trolling through. Probably another reason I like Facebook so much. People respond. Even though it's not even a sad replacement for person-to-person interaction, it feels more personable.
I've never been a huge fan of self-censorship. Perhaps this uneasiness will pass and I'll once again find myself horrifying you with my transgressions into TMI territory. Either way, the blog is staying. I would love to hear from the lurkers sometime. I know not everyone likes to interact, but it's generally so nice when you do.
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