I've been blogging since 2004. I've always been comfortable with the fact that anyone could and would read what I've to say, what I've been experiencing and what I'm feeling. Sometimes though, one would feel overly exposed. After all, you are only meant to share the details of your life with a few, and the general public's no one but on-going traffic passing by.
I started to feel bad the moment people assumed they know me just by reading through my blog. What ticked me off the most was that people started to assume they have to right to know and understand everything about me.
No, I'm not talking about a particular person or situation, I'm talking about the general disposition of the people I've met through my old blog. I'm gonna keep everything where it is, if blogger closes it for not being used, so be it. I would allow myself the opportunity to look back. Yet I'd restrict the past from coming after me.
I started with Under the Purple Sky, that was when I felt I belong nowhere but my make believe fairyland. I was too young to realize that I am exactly where I should be and that somehow everything is just perfect. When I was writing under that blog, no one knew who I was. It was just a means to an end, I just want to write.
I gave the link out to several friends who aren't much into bloggers and blogging. Purple Sky was my "imaginary" friend for a time that no one saw.
After that, I was able to see that life's meant to be enjoyed and shared. I grew up overnight and I left the fairyland behind. I saw reality in my dreamless state and I liked what I found.
It'll be too pathetic to admit that I found myself then, but that's the truth. I never felt more comfortable with myself than when I was sharing my life though the Dreaming Insomniac. Life, was not something I had to go through, rather it became something that amuses and excites me. I found a really, really large playground then inside my head...and my eyes just grew wider with all the nights and all the days that stretches throughout my reality.
I guess it's safe to say that now, I've pulled myself down from the treetops. I'm still me but a lot more grounded. Life would always be there to amuse me, but I've decided to keep everything a bit more private.Paul once told me, "there are things that you could only tell your wife, yet there are things you'd only trust a stranger to hear."I'd rather tell the strangers my stories now.