With all of our outlets (social media, blogs, writing on bathroom stalls in bars), over-sharing has become the norm. I know what some of you ate for breakfast. What a few of you are wearing. How many times you cried yesterday, and which rom-com you think is about your life. And so on...
|I'm not tellin'.|
But, for a personal blog, things don't get overly personal anymore. While I still post semi-regularly, the majority of it isn't a reflection of my personal life. I haven't bothered to divulge the "important" stuff in quite some time. My personal details are kept under wraps, and it makes no difference to anyone (except me). It's a good thing.
Over the past year or so, I became wary of over-sharing. Everyone knew too much, so much that now I'm embarrassed by some of it. I don't embarrass easily. But whatever you put online, it's out there - you can't always pick and choose who sees it, or how they react to it.
I'm certain that there are people who would disagree and say that I share far too much, but most of it is surface stuff. The things you'd tell acquaintances. And when I write about the anxiety disorder, depression or any medical issues, it's because I hate the stigmas attached to them and feel that we should be talking about them. That's my choice.
The internet doesn't need to know everything. It already knows too much.
|George Orwell was right - Big Brother is watching you.|
So, what about you? How much information do you share with the world, and how much is too much? Opinions welcome; debates not needed.
(If this entire post lacks sense, I apologize - I haven't really slept in a couple of weeks, and I may or may not be hallucinating this entry. And no - that's not an overshare.)