My life is an open book. Always has been, always will be. I’d like to think that I’m fairly approachable, but I know that both in social settings and especially when it comes to dating that people find me intimidating (which makes me laugh because half of the time I sound like a kid and act like one too).
But I also share a lot with you here. From letting you know how much I weigh to letting you know EXACTLY how that makes me feel and relaying thoughts and feelings on studies and articles PLUS the general drivel that pours out of my head on the most random of topics.
But know that there’s a lot that I don’t and will not share with you either.
I’m vague about work for a reason, I respect the rights and wishes of family members, coworkers and friends to their privacy, referring to them by initials at times and leaving out images if they wish and I never really talk about my love life (or lack there of, really).
Is that hypocritical then? Open but closed? Carefree but guarded? An enigma wrapped in a puzzle?
I only ask because we choose to be open, out there, and available on the ‘net. We choose to engage in conversations, communities and relationships, but only when we want and on our terms. We can give the appearance of being open, honest, participatory, welcoming, engaging, trusting, forthright, and honest, but be holding back so much.
The key to being successful, in life, with goals, careers, relationships and in communities like the ones created through blogs is about being transparent and honest. So is holding back being deceitful or do we have a right to privacy?
Do I even make sense?
I just want to know how and where you draw the line. What distinctions do you make as to what is blogworthy, tweetworthy, lifestreamable, youtubeable and what is untouchable?
What do you mark public and what do you keep private?
**keep in mind, this is in no way directed at any one or their own circumstances/situations that may have arisen out of privacy and the ‘net of late. It’s really my own musings about it. And if you’re feeling guilty about how you found me and how you got me and know me in real life, don’t :). I’ve been thinking about these things for awhile and the post was born out of a couple of conversations in the past two weeks.**