Well, I finally did it. My apathy has reached the point where I don't see any reason to maintain both a public and private blog. So I imported all the posts into "universe." I know that I can tell which posts were on which blog, but hopefully it's less obvious to others.
What do I have to hide, really? What am I afraid of? Why do I go to such great lengths to keep things private? The amount of narcissism in believing my personal blog has any organic readers is simply sickening. What I intended to do with keeping my blog entries online (as opposed to a personal diary) is exactly what I've done with my poetry and prose -- kept everything together, backed up, accessible from anywhere. No sheets of papers casually tossed away or ruined. No files and folders lost on a dead hard drive. No passwords to remember and inevitably forget. It's for my reference, really, and anyone curious enough to peek.
Privacy, shame? Ha! I don't give a fuck about myself any more, so here it is: this is my heart, exposed to the world.
What do I have to hide, really? What am I afraid of? Why do I go to such great lengths to keep things private? The amount of narcissism in believing my personal blog has any organic readers is simply sickening. What I intended to do with keeping my blog entries online (as opposed to a personal diary) is exactly what I've done with my poetry and prose -- kept everything together, backed up, accessible from anywhere. No sheets of papers casually tossed away or ruined. No files and folders lost on a dead hard drive. No passwords to remember and inevitably forget. It's for my reference, really, and anyone curious enough to peek.
Privacy, shame? Ha! I don't give a fuck about myself any more, so here it is: this is my heart, exposed to the world.
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