I read a blog yesterday and it made me sad. The man opened it a year ago, he was married when he started it and very much interested in a woman from work. You may wonder why I was sucked into reading about this person who so clearly was opening up his secret thoughts to the whole world. Well, probably because at first it sounded like a crush who was too shy to act, but upon scanning other entries I learned he was married at the first signs of interest in this young woman and that he was headed towards divorce.
What brings us as people to share things on a public forum that we would be embarrassed to share face-to-face?
Two years ago a friend posted on the very same subject. I remember letting that process and knowing that in fact a faceless entry to a world unknown, is an outlet, but how much information is too much? Do I really need to know he’s talking about an affair? Do I want to know? Why can't people write those kinds of things down in a real journal or at least a typed journal that the public doesn’t get to see, perhaps something saved only to the hard drive of the computer?
I pop in on the world of other blogs (and the wider internet for that matter) because now and then I find amazing artists. People who use worlds like a paintbrush or who take photographs that leave me speechless—revealing the awesome beauty of the world God created. The hazard is that the world, online and “irl” is full of humans, base, shameless humans who would contort and twist the wonders of any world into ugliness.
So take the good with the bad, just make sure to discard the latter.
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I believe that sometimes, we feel support for cybernetic colleagues, maybe him a man alone, and not tea more that this, his block, I think that him bond to share, even if he is in this way, perhaps I would not make it, but the basis of a better world, I believe that him when we accept to the persons as sleep..
Kisses nice, good weekend:)
People want to be able to confess their dark secrets and find that they are still accepted (not that their evils are approved, but that they aren't banished like Cain). We're all afraid that, if only they knew, everyone would turn away. Confessing to a 1024-bit encrypted data file that I store on a usb key that I lock in a safe doesn't quite provide any emotional support.
What emotional support could a person possibly get from leaving messages on a blog that no one comments on...
OK, you got me there... but confession is often driven by the desire to be affirmed that what you have done is not the unforgivable sin. That you will still be loved and accepted even if someone knows (even if that someone is a bartender, a therapist, an anonymous priest, or a faceless blogger).
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