The internet I first ventured into was like this password only club. You had to know the “code” to work around it. There was also some sense of honor, while there were instances of internet shaming it felt like it was more exception than the rule – that was the case on my end of the net anyway. Or maybe it’s because mine, as well as most of my friends’ parents, were smart enough to stress, ‘Never ever post your picture online’.
Weird how now it’s even the parents that post the pictures, or overshare on a social media profile.
I think where once, as a tweener, I felt that I had so much more to share, as I grow older I have less to share. I have recognized what problems not to share. I have started to value only sharing my deepest, darkest, most disturbed secrets to the people that actually get me. That doesn’t leave much for posting on the blog.
There may be less words to be found here, but I promise, whatever word you’ll see here – I will make it count.
Here’s a thought for today which led me to this entry –
