When something significant happens, I find a need to talk about it. And I dare not blog about it.
Something significant usually equates to something existentially personal, and blogging about it would simply mean it would be dramatic, with emotions up front and very very personal. Comments from readers would then be a huge impact onto me. Nasty comments or comments that might have a hint of judgment would possibly de-rail my train of thought, and sink me into a depressive state of mind. Not very healthy it would seem.
I find it refreshing that I am now able to respect myself and my space more so than ever. And this would translate to respecting others and their space as well.
And for comments who would shout out that I am a coward in not wanting to reveal more than I dare, you are absolutely right. I am a coward, and I now protect my boundaries fiercely, and while you may not understand it, it might be more helpful to understand me first.
This blog post is interesting because I seem to be talking to possible harshness of blog stalkers, as well as talking to the sincerely interested parties of my well-being. It suggests that I have a capacity to be objective, and a capacity to have fears.
How bizarre.
Tags: boundaries, personal, respect, respecting others, space
