I just realized that I've totally neglected my journal for more than a week now. And what is funny is that I did not once stop to say to myself, "Hmmm! it's been some time since I've written to my journal... but not today, I'm totally wiped." Nope. I did not even stop to say that. It was as though I had totally forgotten about my digital existence.
Sometimes I'm not even sure why I put my life and my thoughts on display. I guess I've never really thought about how some of it's contents could hurt the people involved in my life's little drama. Or even how I may end up hurting myself by leaving the formula of my being naked to the world, accessible... manipulatible... by strangers, by friends, strange friends or friendly strangers... or even by you.
Sometimes I'm not even sure why I put my life and my thoughts on display. I guess I've never really thought about how some of it's contents could hurt the people involved in my life's little drama. Or even how I may end up hurting myself by leaving the formula of my being naked to the world, accessible... manipulatible... by strangers, by friends, strange friends or friendly strangers... or even by you.