i had to password protect my site a few days ago because my blog got me into a little policital trouble. although, it wasn’t that big of a deal, i decided that moving forward that my past shall only be known to people that sorta know me. If you’re a regular reader, then you probably don’t need to dig into the past but if it’s some random joe, i prefer to keep my sordid history beyond a little protection. Fundmentally, i don’t really mind that random person that i will never met know who i am but when someone i sorta know accidently finds out aout me, i am at a disadvantage. a friend of mind told me that this is precisely why he prefers not to write about his life as an open book but i do believe that being open allows me a certain freedom. a freedom from the fear that people can actually use my past against me. it’s a contradicting logic that being open provides one with protection but it comes with accepting yourself from your ugliest thoughts to the most brillant moment. even when i am wailing in my bitterness, i know that it’s a changing state of mind and i am not so ashamed to admit that i have these thoughts. admittly, most people are controlled by their thoughts hence we fear them. i am not saying that i don’t fear my thoughts at all time, but i do recognize on a regular basis that they are simply the manifestions of my condidtioning and igornance. anyway, we shall continue our regularly scheduled programming now.
