Policy Shift
Internet, I keep toying with turning this here blog into something all together more personal. Sometimes I still miss my OpenDiary with it's sometimes gut-wrenching, almost alway inappropriate pubic displays of whatever it is 16 year olds feel/do. Even thought it's agonizing to look back on now and think "Eeek! Overshare!" it was good to shout like that. To shout and know almost no one can hear you.
It makes me think, as most things these days do, about an episode of The Office. Michael Scott (the childlike goober boss) is in the woods trying to live off his wits Survivor Man style. He realizes no one is around and that he can say whatever he wants and he starts yelling,
"I WISH I COULD HAVE GONE ON THAT COOL RETREAT WITH RYAN! JAN HAS PLASTIC BOOOOOBS. I. HAVE. HEMORRHOIDS!" And as the camera pans back you can see he's holding a video camera and recording everything he's yelling.
Because it isn't really that no one can hear you. They still hear and see everything, what you're saved from is their reaction. Your friend laughing at your misfortune, your husband rolling his eyes at your ongoing drama with your nemesis in the education department, you're mom's dismay at realizing you've been lying.
Since I no longer really write in a paper journal this is going to be the thing that survives the years that I can look back on as a log of my life. I would like it to be a little more than what we had for dinner. (Thought I think that's important too.)
Which is my way of telling, or warning, you all that I'm going to endeavor towards a little more openness. If you feel you need to be protected from things I might think, this might be a good time to start reading Kottke instead.