I crave the comfort of anonymity. The internet used to be a place for me to tell all my secrets to strangers who knew everything and nothing about me all at once. Now I feel like there is too much of me out there.
If you google my name, you can't find me. I'm glad for that, because though I'm the last generation that bridges the gap (I can actually remember life before the internet) I miss the days when I could say anything online without anybody in my real life knowing (or understanding) a single word.
I miss writing out my feelings without the fear of upsetting somebody. I miss being able to say anything, and not worry that somebody at work might use it against me. And maybe that's my own fault, sharing too much with friends and coworkers over Facebook and Twitter, but honestly, that's just the way the world works, these days.
But I don't have to like it.
My attempt at a quiet re-entry, on a night where I am rather maudlin. Forgive me.
If you google my name, you can't find me. I'm glad for that, because though I'm the last generation that bridges the gap (I can actually remember life before the internet) I miss the days when I could say anything online without anybody in my real life knowing (or understanding) a single word.
I miss writing out my feelings without the fear of upsetting somebody. I miss being able to say anything, and not worry that somebody at work might use it against me. And maybe that's my own fault, sharing too much with friends and coworkers over Facebook and Twitter, but honestly, that's just the way the world works, these days.
But I don't have to like it.
My attempt at a quiet re-entry, on a night where I am rather maudlin. Forgive me.
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