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Apr. 6th, 2007
Privacy in a Tell-All World
Apr. 6th, 2007 10:41 pm
Someone else has a post on their lj about the taboos of sharing spiritual experiences & information in their culture... It's kind of a virus that has infected every aspect of life, though, not just spirituality. In my reply, I mentioned that everyone shares everything. It's not necessarily true for everyone, it just seems that way, especially online. Yes, you do have the option on most blog sites to keep your entries private, but the webmasters can generally still see what you've written. So can the FBI & the CIA & probably the space lizards running the Shadow Council behind the presidential puppet. No matter what anyone says in their fine print about your privacy, they've got computers running 24/7/365 looking for 'hot' words & no website is safe from that.
But there is a lot about me that I don't share with anyone. It seems like I blabber about myself continually (well, okay, I do blabber about myself incessantly - I'm reclusive & since I'm not at work, I'm really the only one I have to talk about), but the real stuff I keep to myself. Just like no one ever really knows what I think about them. What I tell you about you is true - to an extent. No one will ever know if they are one of those people I just say "I love you" to, or if I really love them, and no one will ever know how shallow or deep I'm being when I say, "I love you in that Universal way I love everyone". No one will ever know if they are one of the people I can't stand, even if I tell them "I can't fucking stand you!" Sometimes it's funny - like Cassandra, no one ever really believes what I say half the time, either.
(On an aside, Rob fulfilled my craving for Abba Zabba today - he bought 2, one which I devoured. He put the other in the refrigerator. For those of you who do not know what an Abba Zabba is, it's a bar of peanut-butter filled taffy. When you put an AZ in the fridge, or when one goes stale, it is no longer mere candy - it becomes a tooth-shattering object with which you can inflict blunt force trauma on others).
Anyway, what I was getting around to is this. Yes, in a tell-all world, I do tend to tell all. It's my blog, I'll write in it what I want. And once you read it - you can't unread it, mwuhahaha!!!
I had sex twice today - which is important not only because of Rob's nuts acting up, but because it's the first and second time since my surgery! Hooray, careful, non-knee-knocking sex!
But there is a lot about me that I don't share with anyone. It seems like I blabber about myself continually (well, okay, I do blabber about myself incessantly - I'm reclusive & since I'm not at work, I'm really the only one I have to talk about), but the real stuff I keep to myself. Just like no one ever really knows what I think about them. What I tell you about you is true - to an extent. No one will ever know if they are one of those people I just say "I love you" to, or if I really love them, and no one will ever know how shallow or deep I'm being when I say, "I love you in that Universal way I love everyone". No one will ever know if they are one of the people I can't stand, even if I tell them "I can't fucking stand you!" Sometimes it's funny - like Cassandra, no one ever really believes what I say half the time, either.
(On an aside, Rob fulfilled my craving for Abba Zabba today - he bought 2, one which I devoured. He put the other in the refrigerator. For those of you who do not know what an Abba Zabba is, it's a bar of peanut-butter filled taffy. When you put an AZ in the fridge, or when one goes stale, it is no longer mere candy - it becomes a tooth-shattering object with which you can inflict blunt force trauma on others).
Anyway, what I was getting around to is this. Yes, in a tell-all world, I do tend to tell all. It's my blog, I'll write in it what I want. And once you read it - you can't unread it, mwuhahaha!!!
I had sex twice today - which is important not only because of Rob's nuts acting up, but because it's the first and second time since my surgery! Hooray, careful, non-knee-knocking sex!