Sometimes I think about the reality of what it means to have a blog and accounts on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Flickr (which I no longer remember my password for), and TwitPic. Even linked-in. Which I’m not sure I even know why I joined. I have got to have the most random assortment of job experience around.
I mean, my life is pretty much an open book. Sure, there are still a plethora of things I do not put online. I mean, come on, not everything about a person NEEDS to be public.
I mean, there are people out there that are…not my favorite people…from my past. Ex-boyfriend’s moms who could not let go of anger with me when I broke up with the dude. Girls who tried to flirt with Tom while he we were dating and then tried to make me look bad when it hurt my feelings. Bosses who treated me like a doormat before I stood up for myself and decided to hand over my two-weeks notice.
And to think that any one of them could quite easily look me up and find all of this information sometimes seems strange to me.
But then I think about this- I really enjoy my life. And if they want to read about it, well, that’s fine.
Thank you for allowing me to have two minutes of pointless reflection about my online presence.
That is all.