I'd been contemplating whether or not to add an ex to my facebook for over three weeks. I finally did today, but I'm still unsure if I want him to be able to have access to what facebook would reveal about my life.
I tweeted this, to which a friend said that my facebook revealed little, but my tweets were "like sitting with the legs of your soul wide open".
Holy crap. You try not to be horrified at this revelation.
I have a facebook account so I can keep in touch with friends and family and I'd like to think I only add people who I'd genuinely like to keep in touch with. Nevertheless, my friends list is a bit bulky at almost a thousand friends, family, colleagues and ex-colleagues. I don't like to be beige on my status updates but I try to be careful with what I say.
With my twitter account, I'm a little more liberal about ranting. I'm one of those who needs an outlet or two to vent emotions, and I feel I'm allowed to a relatively short list of 70 followers, most of which I'm pretty sure don't give two lollipops what I say on there.
But me? Soul-baring?
I never thought I was the soul-baring type. When it comes to venting frustrations, I get as daring as spelling out grunts and telling people off in sarcastic sentences because I have no guts to say it to their face. Opinions? I spew them out in watery 140 character sentences. When it comes to personal emotional shapes, I don't know if I trust every one of those 70 followers, so I tweet annoying, cryptic messes. My blog has more words but I'm not sure I'd tell all on my blog either.
I protested at his comment and he clarified that if you read enough of my tweets you catch the rare up-skirt shot.
Until I know why I feel bad about revealing me, I think I'll stick to tweeting about what I ate for breakfast!
I tweeted this, to which a friend said that my facebook revealed little, but my tweets were "like sitting with the legs of your soul wide open".
Holy crap. You try not to be horrified at this revelation.
I have a facebook account so I can keep in touch with friends and family and I'd like to think I only add people who I'd genuinely like to keep in touch with. Nevertheless, my friends list is a bit bulky at almost a thousand friends, family, colleagues and ex-colleagues. I don't like to be beige on my status updates but I try to be careful with what I say.
With my twitter account, I'm a little more liberal about ranting. I'm one of those who needs an outlet or two to vent emotions, and I feel I'm allowed to a relatively short list of 70 followers, most of which I'm pretty sure don't give two lollipops what I say on there.
But me? Soul-baring?
I never thought I was the soul-baring type. When it comes to venting frustrations, I get as daring as spelling out grunts and telling people off in sarcastic sentences because I have no guts to say it to their face. Opinions? I spew them out in watery 140 character sentences. When it comes to personal emotional shapes, I don't know if I trust every one of those 70 followers, so I tweet annoying, cryptic messes. My blog has more words but I'm not sure I'd tell all on my blog either.
I protested at his comment and he clarified that if you read enough of my tweets you catch the rare up-skirt shot.
Until I know why I feel bad about revealing me, I think I'll stick to tweeting about what I ate for breakfast!
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