I had oatmeal and raisins for breakfast today.

I am not a huge fan of baring my soul to the vast reaches of the internet. My scoffing towards those who use facebook to air their dirty socks and sweaters is probably something I will be judged for at the end of time. It’s too bad I just can’t help myself. Certain things should stay among your closest circles, not the cousin of your best friend from last year who you might have thought was cute at the time. Or, to target the older set, your third cousins and nieces thrice removed. Certain things are not their business to know, and never were until the world joined Facebook. And certain thing are really just not interesting enough to share to that many people (or anyone at all).

Such is why my father thinks Facebook is, to paraphrase his own words from a few hours ago, quite the stupidest thing he’s ever tried to use. (Although, he also complained when we put texting on his phone. And when he had to get a cellphone in the first place.) But he has a point. To quote some unknown awesome person, “Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few.” We tell everyone everything, but why?

Where has mystery gone? Even though I don’t use the internet to inform you how I feel about my parents right this very moment, I’m just as guilty as the whole lot of us. My about me on this blog lists some of what I believe to be my failings and passions. Granted, rereading the words, I know that they hardly scratch the surface of who I am, and was, and will be tomorrow.

But still, wasn’t there a once upon a time when people had to hold intelligent conversations to learn these things? (Sure, it might only take an hour to learn I’m sarcastic and a bit argumentative, but that’s not the point here, thank you very much.) Do I want to arrive somewhere to meet someone who already knows what my music of choice is and what brand is stamped on my humor? Do I want a future love interest to already think he has me figured out because he skimmed my blog? In theory, of course not.

And every so often I get the itch to remove as much of my personal information from the internet as possible.

Why haven’t I gone through with it? I have one theory. It was once implied by a close friend that I am a bit of a cliched open book. I think I would be this way with or without the Internet. That person I’m about to meet, that interest? “In theory” doesn’t really apply. I’m an open person. I don’t have many secrets. That’s just who I am. I have, for as long as I can remember, felt quite inclined to tell everyone I met anything that came to mind. WordPress just lets me do it quicker.

However, one of the reasons I created WordPress was to start fresh with an internet presence where I could have fun with writing without baring my soul. Because quite frankly, this blog is intended to be appropriate for anyone with any connection to my life, and just like you, my soul isn’t always that pretty.

But I struggle with the balance. Often times, I’m not in the mood to be funny, or philosophical. Often, I can’t quite find my voice, and I typically recognize it when it visits me. (I’m very fond of it, but perhaps it finds me too clingy and thus stays far away?) And I have no intention of being like that girl from your highschool or your nutsy great aunt who thinks you want to know what her brother did wrong or what she ate for breakfast.

I have no intention of revealing my entire heart here. The part of me that hates being such an open books craves for me to learn mystery. But unfortunately, the part of me that wants to tell you, unknown reader you, everything I felt today, is much more closely linked to the writerly part.

I intended to end this schpeal by saying that there were certain things I wouldn’t talk about on this weblog. Personal hurts and grievances, lessons learned close to my heart, things that scare me. But somewhere in the past paragraphs, I realized I hated promising that. I’ll still say that I strongly believe that my bared soul is not meant for the web. It’s meant for the selected few I trust. But, I write. Someday I’d like to be able to confidently call myself a writer of sorts (I haven’t figured out the sorts yet.) So I’m stuck sharing my thoughts and my words with the people around me. I’m realizing I ought to thank God that’s right in line with my open book personality!

So instead, here are some other things you won’t find here: whining, angry ranting, complaining without reason. Slander. Words intended to hurt. But you will find lots of parentheses, sentences beginning with “and,” meandering thoughts, and just about anything else.

And, of course, posts that end three hundred miles away from where they began.

One Reply to “I had oatmeal and raisins for breakfast today.”

  1. To refer to your first paragraph: google+ is awesome like that. (being able to target specific groups, I mean)
    But this is a new era, the internet is a doorway to meeting new people now. Gone are the days with snail mail and actually using your cellphone to call people, I’m not saying blab about EVERYTHING in your life (you should reserve somethings for people closer to you), but who knows? You might find a close friend or a lover via the interwebz. I met my boyfriend on a “liked” page that we were both commenting on! And like he said, “what’s the chance of finding your soul mate conveniently placed in your zip code when there are billions of people in this world?”.
    The internet is a great, mysterious, and new thing. The possibilities are endless with the click of a button.

    Btw, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!

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