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May I read your blog?
Aug. 11th, 2005 02:37 pmSince it's become widely known I'm one of those crazy people that throws everything that has happened to her on the internet for everyone to read, I get a lot of demands from people if they too may read what I write. The last to do so has been S., a friend I've known for almost 8 years but he didn't end up getting the privilege. (Sorry love, I ... erm ... forgot.) Sometimes I wonder if this fascination with what I write isn't so much a consequence of wanting to know what preoccupies my mind but more of having a means of control over something that's public. I'm a good girl and hardly tell any incriminating things about friends, real-life or web-life ones. Why would I? I've chosen to become some sort of public figure, my friends haven't*. But they know that by affiliating with me they too may end up in this realm, which is only public for those that know the url but isn't completely hidden either. The question isn't such a strange one then: "You won't be blogging this, right?"
Only once I was asked this question, but more than once I have not posted certain entries because I was fully aware this or that person would read them and wouldn't be too pleased. In this way having the privilege of reading my LJ does become a means of control over what I post; I know very well who the persons are I gave the url to and will keep that in mind when writing. It also makes my writing a game: Will they notice when they themselves figure in a post, although it isn't really obvious**?
I spare my friends, but hardly do the same for the innocent bystanders. They end up in little stories, anecdotes, words for others to read, to laugh at, to marvel at maybe, but don't know this. I blog about things I witness but these people will never know their behaviour found its way to the freaky internet-realm where everything is up for grabs and constant mockery. Neither do I know if I ever made it onto someone else's blog, but it's a little thought experiment I do sometimes. I reverse the roles: What if there were someone here that would be looking for words, just like me, what would they write then? I, for one, have no clue.
*I do use their initials, but at least then they know whom I'm talking about. ;-)
**Yes, they do. It's very fun to write two short lines about something and then get a thanks the day after for the lovely words.
Only once I was asked this question, but more than once I have not posted certain entries because I was fully aware this or that person would read them and wouldn't be too pleased. In this way having the privilege of reading my LJ does become a means of control over what I post; I know very well who the persons are I gave the url to and will keep that in mind when writing. It also makes my writing a game: Will they notice when they themselves figure in a post, although it isn't really obvious**?
I spare my friends, but hardly do the same for the innocent bystanders. They end up in little stories, anecdotes, words for others to read, to laugh at, to marvel at maybe, but don't know this. I blog about things I witness but these people will never know their behaviour found its way to the freaky internet-realm where everything is up for grabs and constant mockery. Neither do I know if I ever made it onto someone else's blog, but it's a little thought experiment I do sometimes. I reverse the roles: What if there were someone here that would be looking for words, just like me, what would they write then? I, for one, have no clue.
*I do use their initials, but at least then they know whom I'm talking about. ;-)
**Yes, they do. It's very fun to write two short lines about something and then get a thanks the day after for the lovely words.
