The Life of a Twenty-Something...growing up.

A take on Privacy….

Okay, I know no one reads this, and that’s kind of how I like it…because I’ve unfortunately come across many, many backstabbing people in my past and I don’t know who to trust.  I don’t like sharing extra personal information with those who are hungry for information and like to stalk me because my life is kind of interesting ( I like to keep it that way) but the very instant I mess up, they go tell people, like my brother.  Well, that’s why I’m not sure if I want to have people start following me.  I don’t necessarily want to censor myself on here, I don’t think that’s being true to myself.  Yet, I don’t want to share too much personal information that it gets to the point where I fear who is reading my blog.

I was in Pakistan for a month just a while back, and my status updates on facebook had a few things here and tehre about my trip.  I posted photos, I wrote a note about the horrible child beggar situation, and I mused about the culture and society there.  I was generally just writing little tidbits here and there, unsure of who was reading my posts.  Yet, I realized so many people were keeping up to date with my ramblings, peole who didn’t acknowledge it to me with their comments.  Yes, I understand that while posting something on a public networking site where I am connected to about 500 people comes with these consequences, but I wonder, are these people really that bored with their life that they follow mine? 

When my sister got married and moved to New York, I had no idea she read my Xanga everyday.  I chronicled almost everyday of my senior year of high school on there, and yet I had no clue my sister was one of my avid readers.  She told me just last month, or the month before, that she read my blog.  I don’t know who else did.

Well, what I have to say about this is, of course, I should be careful not to expose too much on this blog, yet expose enough to keep it interesting.  I am the kind of person who maybe doesn’t know where it becomes “too much.”  For exmaple, when I saw the Britney/Madonna kiss on the MTV awards, I thought oh ok that’s crazy, cool, let’s watch the rest of the show.  I think the media blows small incidents like that way out of proportion, partially I assume because they have nothing else to write/blog about, and also because they absolutely love exposing these small exciting incidents because their life does not consist of outrageous moments like that.  Not that I have any lesbian kisses or other crazy skeletons in my closet, I’m just saying, I’m not one to be shocked so easily as the general public.  That is why generally, I think some things I say or do might bring more surprise to others.

Oh I thoght of something kind of cool, I wrote this series of blogs a while back while I was still single and out on the prowl, and I got amazing feedback.  Funny—a girl told me 2 weeks ago she used to read those, but she and I barely talked.  I find that stuff very intersting.  Anyway, I think my take on the swine we call Frat Boys was pretty interesting and perhaps bookworthy?  I mused to myself that those entries might be something fun to send in to a publisher to read.  I mean honestly, it’s something so many young women can relate to—the stumbling upon a toothbrush that doesn’t belong to you, finding another girl’s earrings at the bedside table, and other such atrocious things that helps you realize the guy you’re seeing is a scum bag.  I think it might be a fun read for all the girls out there who have been in these similarly horrible situations, or even an eye-opener to the naive girls who remain in these relationships.

Anyway, I know I always go off on a tangeant, but I guess, no big deal.  I am not writing for an audience, but for myself.

Also, when I get a chance to, I will post some things about my trip to Pakistan on here.  I encountered some amazing situations that I can’t wait to write about.  It’s been almost three weeks since my return, but my culture and heritage is so rich it would be a shame not to write about it.

I just realized, I think I write these things to remind myself what I have been through, so when I am older I can always think, “thank god I have improved beyond that.”  I generally don’t have any blogs where I wish I could go back to that young stage.  I am happy with my progress in life.  :)

A bientot! <3