"I guess you could say 'things are getting pretty serious.'"

I think I am getting too personal. Or maybe not. I got a flickr email from a stranger who said he liked my blog but felt like he shouldn’t be reading my secrets. Sometimes I think of this place as a way of communicating with a handful of friends without picking up the phone (bleh) or driving for an hour or more – I don’t forget that it is totally open and public – I just don’t think about it.

I know it is beyond naïve of me to ever think that by having a blog I wasn’t putting my bare ass out there for all the world to see (or by having a flickr account, or a myspace account, or contributing (rarely) to haduken). A friend said that myspace is bringing him back in touch with high school acquaintances he never expected to hear from again and he wondered how his parents’ generation maintained connections as they grew up – he decided that they didn’t, at least not as well as you can on myspace. And it is true that the inter-net is offering us ways to connect with long-lost friends, make-up with former enemies, and admit to once-were crushes that we once had crushes on them. Most of the time I love to see a stranger or a longloster popup in CYBERSPACE.

This is also a place where I feel a responsibility to be honest and that might mean admitting to not being unhappy when I broke up with a boyfriend who would find my blog, be hurt, and post nasty things about me on his, which I would later find and be bummed out that three years later he still hates me – I am not sure that I wanted to know that.

I feel silly saying it scares me to think how permanent and accessible I am making these public statements because, uh, if you’re scared, stop. And I’m also thrilled to see that I possess the capacity to be honest in light of the potential audience.

I'm whining.