Public Self-indulgence

There seems to be a lot of "more than my usual self-indulgence" going on here. I used to do this on facebook. But nowadays I feel more like choosing what I want to make public to whatever public finds its way here, over choosing the public I want from a list of "friends." Public is public. Whatever thoughts or words I cannot make public here, I will keep to myself or leave to the old-fashioned grape vine.

And this is where I first made the online world a repository for my crap, personal or otherwise. So I'm back home, blog. I'm back home.

But I digress. What I really wanted to say was, Oi. You. Have you nothing else to write about besides yourself?

To which the answer is, Yes. But I'm scared.

Comments

Babeth Lolarga said…

i think it's why it's our blog, our personal space. a daughter once asked me if i still kept a journal where i hand-wrote my thoughts & other personal stuff, & i told her i still did, that i could distinguish between what i publicly disclose & what's for my eyes only. she was alarmed at too much self-disclosure. i don't know if this helps to push you further, but i like reading your entries in your space.

11 February 2013 at 06:20

padma said…

Thank you, Tita.

11 February 2013 at 10:03

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