I was just considering writing something on here about some philosophical thought I was having, but who cares? Sure it might be interesting, but I don't know that I should be posting my whimsical thoughts into writing. It's interesting, though, isn't it? So many people in today's world of instant connections have free reign to put their every little thought into print. As The Social Network points out, "The internet is written in ink," yet we don't hesitate to put a anything up for everyone to see. Sure there is privacy, but, the fact is, it is all still there. No matter what happens, I'll still have a tweet that says, "I have flaming diarrhea," or "Queef cheese and boner precipitation." Sure they are meant as jokes and are reminiscent of inside jokes with some friends, but still, everyone can see it. What are the implications of that? It's like our entire person is becoming virtual, but nobody knows what that looks like in real person (That might be an obscure and completely different topic).
I know it isn't all that bad, and I realize my point has been sort of swaying from place to place, but I feel...almost, ashamed(?) that I feel the need to let every single person know exactly what I am thinking at any given moment. Somebody said about facebook statuses/blogs/tweets that everybody thinks that their thoughts are the funniest yet and that everything is worth being published, but is it really? Is posting on the internet a form of publishing? I don't know. Just 20 years ago, you had to have something worthwhile for anybody to ever consider reading something you had written.
Blah Blah Blah, whateva. I'm going to keep more things to myself and my journal, then if I feel like something is worth sharing or I am desiring input, I might post it... but then again, I have a growing reflex to just write and write and write and write and write and
...post...
whoops. Case-in-point.
