I sometimes think I should pay JU for therapy. When I want to write, when I want to vent, when I want to share something, I come here, and out it all comes. In person I am pretty much the same. I have a very tough time keeping my emotions to myself. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I hope that people appreciate that they at least get honesty from me, even if they don't always agree with what I have to say. I like people to be real. I also love the feedback I get from here. From people a million miles away, who take the time to read what I have to say, and care enough to write a response. Some of things I write, I would like to share with the people I know for real. Maybe give them some insight to things that they may not have known about me. Does that mean that I am a big fake with them though? I don't think I am, at all. I just think people don't always really listen. Especially when you are with a friend, and you presume you know everything there is to know about them. You can never know what is going on inside their heads though can you? Part of me thinks that it would be nice to point people in this direction, and give them a look into my mind. However scary that might be for them, hehe!
Then there's another part of me that thinks that I might start having to watch what I say. Not that I do loads of personal blogs, and spill loads about my friends and family, because I don't. Sometimes I like to though, and I hate to think that I would be always watching how I worded things, just incase I offended someone that I knew for real. Even though they would probably know my problem, here I can write it bluntly. I can just let my feelings and thoughts flow, without any worries. I like the privacy of it. Even though it's not private. I'm sat right bang in the middle of the information super highway. I'm a blank face, in a sea of many. No one really takes much notice of me on the grand scheme of things. I just carry on doing my own thing. People do read it though, but they don't know me.
See now I think I have something to hide, and I really don't. It's like having a diary. Where you write little parts of your soul. No one else can see, at least no one you have to face. That's how I see my blog. Even though it would be nice for people who know me for real to see it. I just don't think I would be comfortable with it. Is that wrong? I see this as a hobby, for me. So why should I share it? I showed by Dad the article I wrote about him, and he was very impressed, and pleased with the sentiment behind it. I liked that feeling. I just don't think I'm ready to go public just yet......