One full week out from the BIG day!
When I created this blog, I was transitioning from xanga... I wanted a space where I truly was anonymous, where my friends couldn't just follow me and share their thoughts about mine. Part of me was afraid to expose deeper truths, like keeping a personal diary. You don't really ever write for anyone else but yourself.. and that was what this was for me.
In recent past, I have thought to myself about how people from different corners of my life have been able to share thoughts, feelings, insecurities or even ideas that they confess have never shared with anyone else. It was a fleeting thought, but then I started to consciously question if maybe that has to do with the fact that I am an open sharer myself. I like to express my feelings, and sometimes when it (it being my feelings) becomes too much for my single soul to bear, I divulge to those around me who I think may be able to calm my nerves, provide a second/ third opinion, or just be that shoulder to listen without judgment. Maybe it's the very practice of sharing my own inner fears, anxieties, that the same people I have shared with are able to open up to me about their own.
As a culture that is becoming ever more reliant on technology, especially mobile technology, this thought made me wonder whether eventually we'll be unable to communicate. I'm self-proclaimed not any good with keeping a cell phone. I am bad at taking calls, bad at responding, and do not text to all too many people, I am probably non-existent in the insta-world, twittering community, and only hanging onto a thread of close friends/ family on facebook and linkedin, because I don't believe in over-sharing, or even providing the internet (the world) with intimate views into my personal life. Maybe this conscious effort to maintain a life outside of the web, enables me to communicate better.
