I think a lot of the time I spend considering what to blog could be cut out if I could just convince myself that the 6 people that consistently occasionally look at my blog won't tell the others that don't what I've written about them. I feel confident that should I post things like my co-worker likes to lick toads, it will get back to him/her. (I have co-workers, but as far as I know, none of them are licking toads - unless that's why they spend so much time in the bathroom...) I just know that during some conversation my brother is going to blurt out to my semi-friend, "Amy thinks you're a complete moron and I read so on her blog." Naturally, this would never happen because although my brother likes to blog a lot more than I do, he isn't one to blurt, but still I censor myself.
What this means to you, dear reader, is that frequently I get the urge to tell you all the things that go on in this head and, perhaps wrongly...or perhaps wisely...I don't. But that doesn't mean I should keep everything from you. Just because I leave out things like my boss absolutely freaked the other day when he realized there was a new Madonna CD coming out doesn't mean I don't love you. Or the fact that I ran into someone the other night who, long ago, was a distant acquaintance at best, yet kept inexplicably insisting that he was now ready to have "relations" with me doesn't mean I don't think "this would make a great blog entry" as it's happening. Or when I learn new things - like the fact that the bar that I pass each and every day that I'm convinced is closed is actually quite open, but only starting at 11pm - I know I should share them, but still feel compelled to hide certain facts. And that's not all. There are hundreds of things I'd like to spill to the world of 6, but I figure that, for the security of my job and the sanctity of my personal life, I'll just leave that shit out.
But don't think this means that if you don't ask me directly that I won't spill the beans.
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I know what you mean about censoring yourself blog-wise. I yearn to write about some of the stupid things people say or do at work or rehearsal but I can't because I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. Also, they already dislike me at rehearsal so I don't want to make it worse than it already is.
I would love to write about a particular co-worker who dresses inappropriately every day, especially when she is going on an outside sales call, but I can't do it because well, I just can't.
Maybe I'll start another anonymous blog to say all those things I can't say on mine. Nope. I don't have time for it.
I basically never talk about my job on my blog (except to say whether I'm busy), because to do otherwise would be to invite destruction. I work in dingdang software, and everybody reads everybody's blog everywhere.
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