I wrote a long post that was far too personal, and possibly whiny, so I deleted it. Long story short, it was just about how I wished I had more anonymity on the internet. Or less Facebook ‘friends.’ Or something. And blabity blabity blah on and on about how I’m sick of keeping everything inside because of other people watching.
Because I’ll blame it on the other people. It’s not me. Oh no, it’s not my choice, my decision, at all. Of course, I have reasons for not just airing everything I want on Facebook or whatever. Far too open, and I don’t want the world to know.
But if I want to call people my friends, shouldn’t they know at least a little about me? I don’t know. I’ve never really had many friends in my life. Not the kind you share things with, anyway.
I have to consider things. For a long, long time. Too long, in some cases. I have to consider this.
