Walking around the track the other day, my friend and I were talking about Facebook and who we are friends with and who we aren't when I shared that there are several people I know that I am friends with, but who I block from seeing anything I post. She said why bother, but I like being able to invite them to events, send them a quick message, or tag them in a photo and being their friend in that way seems ok.
Then she said, well they can just read your blog and find out all about you there.
But really, you can't. I share what most people would think of as a lot here, but really there is more that I don't share. I am not like Dooce who has shared complete mental breakdowns online or that woman who live tweeted her abortion.... somethings are still private in my little world.
Although why, yep that is what I started to think about. Why do we not share all of the bumpy parts of ourselves?Why do we work so hard to seem polished and perfect when none of us really are? Doesn't it seem like a bit of a farce? All this walking around pretending we are super duper all of the time.
Wouldn't our psyche be better off if we were honest about where we come from, who we are and how we are doing? The amount of depression, anxiety disorders, and social disorders seems to indicate that the pretending isn't working out for us very well. Is it?
