<p>Although I’ve never written anything online that I truly don’t want people to know, there are some things I’ve written that I wouldn’t necessarily shout on a public street. I don’t worry about it too much, though, for two reasons. </p>
<p>First of all, I’m careful to avoid mentioning specifics (names, etc.) that might be searchable, since I’m a Google-fearing man (er, in the female sense of the word). I never speak ill of other people online and I usually air my intimate thoughts in as cryptic a way as possible, such that only people who know me very well would pick up on more than the generally upset tone. </p>
<p>And second of all, I’ve been blogging for nearly three years, and my post count is in the thousands. I bank on the fact that nobody cares enough about my petty little life to go through all of my archives with a fine-toothed comb looking for clues into my life. Even I would get bored reading all those posts! If someone did happen to glance at this or that post and discover something about me that I might not have otherwise shared, well, so be it; I don’t really mind all that much if people know things about me, so long as I don’t have to tell them myself and do all the explaining and answer all the questions. But really, to find the interesting bits, they’d have to sift through years and years of repetitive and mostly irrelevant posts (since it’s not Google-searchable, as I said), and who has that kind of time? If they’re pathetic and nosy enough to do all that, then fine, let them know what they want about me; there’s nothing too bad anyway. But most people just don’t care. I certainly would never go through that many lame and inane posts about some teenage girl’s boring and typical life.</p>