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September 6, 2008
Privacy
You know, I don't think I was cut out for blogging.
I sort of have this policy. I don't usually think too hard about my limits or my future plan or whatever, so it's more of just an idea, but whatever. The policy is that I don't write anything on this blog about other people that I wouldn't say out loud to them. That's not entirely true, since I have said a few things to my husband through this blog that I couldn't bring myself to say out loud to him, but I wanted to say them to his face. In general, though, when writing about friends or family, I try not to type the things that they don't need to hear, that would be hurtful, that are just me venting. It's ok for me to embarrass myself and to some extent, my husband and kids (although I'm starting to sensor what I say about my kid, too, since I don't want her to get mocked in school because I write about something that should never leave the house otherwise) (no matter how funny)(dammit!), but I don't think my MIL wants her dirty laundry aired across the internet.
It isn't really relevant that most of the people I post about would never know the post exists. Hell, most of them probably don't know what a blog is, and they sure don't know I write one. The fact is, once something is posted on the internet, no matter how briefly, no matter how secretly, it's out there. Forever. And in the same way you might find your very bestest friend from second grade completely by chance, family and friends can come across that one post you never meant them to read, even if you felt guilty about it and deleted it five minutes after you wrote it.
And there's always the chance you might get famous like dooce, and then pretty much everyone you have known, will know and share a gene with will see everything you've every written.
Why was I not cut out for blogging, you might ask? Because I'm a big wuss when it comes to saying things to people's faces. I don't want to offend anyone, or hurt their feelings. I want to be liked. I guess it's ok to be two-faced, as long as you keep the second face inside yourself. I would be horribly embarrassed if the people I knew in real life read what I want to write about on this blog, in spite of the fact that most of what I would type isn't rude or insulting.
Posted by me at September 6, 2008 10:16 AM