It’s a question of ethics, really.
If you can’t blog about the things you want to blog about, under your real name, should you be blogging about them at all? And if we wouldn’t want anyone to know it was us thinking/saying those things what is it that makes us want to expose them?
It’s somewhat like the conversation I had with my sister-in-law the other day. I called her from the cereal aisle at Safeway: “Okay, I have to tell you this, and I shouldn’t, and I’m probably going to regret it, but I’m going to anyway, etc.”
And no, I wasn’t passing on gossip–unless you can gossip about yourself. It was my experience, my attitude, my actions (or lack thereof) that I needed another perspective on. And with the exception of that one phone call–I can’t even begin to put them into words for anyone I know personally to pass judgement on.
The past week has been full of these things–for the first time in my life I understand why people visit a shrink–it isn’t because they want help. They just want a totally anonymous someone to listen, and maybe try to understand.
Wait a minute… Did I just admit that I need a shrink?
Mental Maytag 
February 15th, 2011 at 10:49 pm
The urge to share is strong. I felt the need to blog about Rich’s niece lately, even though it’s pretty personal. I do censor myself, though. I certainly don’t feel the need to write about the tiny minutia of my days!
February 16th, 2011 at 5:01 am
Everyone needs someone to “really” talk to. Wether that be a shrinka friend or a blog where they spill everything on paper- but then mark private. It is the decluttering and organmizing of the mind.
February 16th, 2011 at 5:02 am
wow-like always- just ignore my spelling
February 17th, 2011 at 1:24 am
Our “Ethics” training at work has a section on Social Networking……. also my manservant is sort of famous in his field so I’m pretty careful what I write about. Once it’s out there it can’t be brought back.