Friday, May 6, 2011

Post 101

According to blogger.com, this is my 101st post. Not that it means all that much (I have never really understood people´s fascination with numbers), but we all need moments to stop, reflect, evaluate. There´s a nice line in one of the Indigo Girls´songs: "every five years I look back on my life and have a good laugh". Well, looking back on some of the 100 posts (which, I just found out, includes the 20 or so drafts still awaiting further attention) makes me conclude that I should do probably do some quality/damage control.

In fact, I have already started, by largely rewriting an entry before forwarding the link to someone. I did so because it would be obvious that I wrote it, and I wanted to present my best side. When I started this blog, however, I assumed it would be completely anonymous, and I wrote the entries from that point of view. But then I got a bit disappointed with the size of my audience, so I allowed the entries to be automatically pushed onto Facebook. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was very easy, but now, of course, I have the same problem that the late George Carlin described young boys in his neighbourhood having during confession. They would confess to some sin, only to have the priest "why did you do that, then, George!?!".


Of course, my "confessions" are quite abstract, but in some cases, it is actually possible for people who  know me to guess who or what I am writing about. Take my entry "a tale of two showers", for example. Any of my friends who read it at the time would realise whose fault it was that I was unable to use "my" shower.  One of my readers even compared it to reading someone´s diary. So I have decided to go back and protect innocent and guilty parties alike (and especially myself). Transparency is all very good for public institutions, but private life should be just that. Private.

Don´t you think?