HOW private can privacy ever be? It’s about blogging and the fact is, we define the privacy but the truth is, there is no privacy. For instance, in our daily life, we keep secrets or anything too personal and as long as we don’t talk about it, it’s a secret forever. Now whencesoever, can our secrets be uncovered? Just imagine how Hitler’s biggest secrets, clandestine work of mass-destruction can be uncovered through un-destroyed missive and sketches. No secrets are ever secrets when it’s being told and that has made existence in another mind which explains why; “If I have to tell you, I gotta kill you.” Or any physical records in documents, etcetera. So, how secured can a blog and it’s contents ever be, away from the curious ones and menacing web creepy crawlies – search tools. Anybody will stumble into your blog and it takes less than a day for your contents to disseminate worldwide like furious spawn of a single virus. That multiplies very quickly until it hits your cyber-doorstep with flame mails or best of all, legal threats. How exciting!
So, we define our privacy that we make our contents personal by claiming so however, still, the fact is it’s not. Like we place our private properties outside at the doorstep, still, there’ll be somebody climbing over the fence. And people break into houses too. The only privacy or security that ever exist is within our own mind and well, still, there is something known as Freudian Slip.
Within friends, we share secrets and again, how trustworthy can people ever be? There is also a phrase that says; “Walls have ears.” It’s hard to keep secrets or personal stuffs to oneself and zip that mouth. Out of grief, remorse, fear or just angst and frustrations that we find an avenue to release such emotional stress. Row a boat to the sea and scream it off to be a little safe but nothing comes close to the kind of satisfaction or relief in typing online. And why are we such gluttons for punishments? I guess one of the human animal’s weakness is the fear for loneliness and we want to be heard or seek solace. We’re taking chance, that someone whom we do not know gets to know our distress and it doesn’t matter if we get any response and in most cases, we’re hoping for empathy, sympathy or just opinions. There, it’s the beginning of blog wars and secrets are no longer secrets. As for this blog of mine, well it’s only time that’ll deliver the bomb to me.
Oh well, I killed my hubby in the attic. The nightly twinge of remorse is just unbearable. Now how bout that?
Oh well, I killed my hubby in the attic. The nightly twinge of remorse is just unbearable. Now how bout that?
