Personal

I’m tempted to use this space for more personal thoughts rather than merely passing along things I find interesting. Being that much of my internet space has changed course throughout the years, I thought it’d be best to keep it separated to avoid any messy spillovers. What I’m most hesitant about is the narcissistic element of confessing to an anonymous audience. I used to keep a private online journal—a practice that reminds me of my technological crutch as well as my inability to use pen and paper—but I wasn’t getting the thrill one would feel from having someone read your private thoughts.

It’s been a perfectly acceptable arrangement (for now), but it occurs to me on occasions that my life is so intertwined and publicly accessible that I have relinquished my right to privacy of being or thought. It’s a trade off; never feeling lonely for the lack of attention in return for transparency, false appearances, and a life that has been micromanaged to a zillionth of a quark.

This is an unfinished thought.