After posting my first official blog post last night, I was left with the age old question, to share or not to share. Though I had already posted it on the internet, the chances that my friends or family would see it were slim to none, but posting it on my facebook made everything so…public.
Posting it on my facebook gave people easy access to my writing and as a result gave them ample opportunity to judge and criticize.
The Internet is and always has been, to me, a world completely separate from the real one, an alternate reality of sorts. An alternate universe filled with friends you don’t speak to in person, cat videos and Kim Kardashian’s butt. This false sense of separation creates a weird sort of comfortability. The ability to say whatever you want online and forget about it.
Frequently in my daily life, people will reference things I post online. “ Oh I saw your tweet last night. Who was that about?” or “Yeah, I saw your picture of that on instagram.” Even though I am the one who posted it, I am always taken aback when people reference them. It’s like I forget people actually can see them. It is extremely unsettling.
This division between worlds scares me. It’s the digital form of liquid courage. Screen courage? Digital courage? There’s probably a name for it that I’m forgetting. It makes people forget the consequences of their postings, which in my opinion can be dangerous. Some people on my social media should really learn to watch their mouth…. Or their typing and be more conscientious. Nothing is private on the internet.
I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. They’re always the same cliché cookie cutter lists filled with “eat healthier” s and “go to the gym” s along with the occasional profound “be happy”. They start with good intentions, to become a healthier, happier better version of yourself in the New Year, only to fail hours later as you stumble home at 4 am, cold, tired, and with a Big Mac in hand.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for self improvement, we can all benefit from some positive thoughts and goals for a new year, but I am also a firm believer in that there is no time like the present.
When did the notion begin that New Year meant a fresh start? I don’t know about you but when the clock stroked midnight on New Years Eve, I was still myself. I had the same thoughts, feelings, problems and dreams as I did the moment before. Everything was not erased at midnight. Contrary to popular belief, everything is not left in the old year, no matter how much you want it to be and believe me, there are so many things I wish I could pack into a neat little box labeled “2014” and be done with.
With that being said, why wait for a year to make changes? Why wait for a specific moment to achieve your goals? And though this phrase is almost as cliché as “ New Year new me” there truly is no time like the present.
And so, on January second, 2015, one day later, I begin my written journey. A documentation of my life over the next year. What once was a blog for a school project will slowly morph into a collection of my daily musings. A compilation of my experiences that I can one day look back on…. And probably laugh at. Enjoy and happy new year!