Personal Exposure
A lot happened to me over the weekend; things that have been playing over and over in my mind, things that I would like to blog about. However, I’m not so sure I’d want my mother or my boss, who just recently spotted my blog, to read about it.
That’s the funny thing about blogging or anything else in life for that matter; where do you draw the line? I’ve read some blog posts where people lay their hearts out for the whole world to see. Now I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to write about how I cry myself to sleep every night after a horrible breakup and actually have my ex or his obnoxious friends reading about it. How sad. That’s exactly how I felt as I read some blog post about a girl completely crushed by her former lover. Not only did she mention how she cries herself to sleep, but also how she phones him and hangs up just to hear his voice every now and then. Ok, now that’s just stupid. Then again, maybe she’s one of those stalker type ex-girlfriends who actually want their object of affection to know that they are being tormented by the fact that they are not spending every waking moment with that person.
Either way, I still believe that some people reveal way too much on their posts. Unlike a diary, blogging is open to the entire world, and posting that you cry yourself to sleep after having your heart torn open is kinda like putting a big billboard with the words “I still love you even though you treated me like crap” right outside your ex-boyfriend’s window-with a picture to go with it 
So, now I’m back to where I started. So much to say, yet I guess I’d rather not. I will, however, divulge that if anyone ever tells me again that men are “not that complicated”, I will pull their hair out and make them eat it with full cream milk and chop sticks. Why full cream milk you ask…because by that time I will own a dairy! Now you can draw all the conclusions you want…
