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*roll eyes* Save me from the voyeurs and peekaboo nonsense.
Xanga has always been my little hidey hole, a savior of sorts, especially when I release through my writing. It's faster than my journals and I do get different points of views, opinions and friends through it. It's been a faithful puppy, a blinding white canvas and a stoic, silent friend for me in the last six years. From writing here, I've been able to visibly pinpoint and watch my writing progress and grow. My style and writing voice changes year to year. It's a testing ground for any new techniques I want to try out but too worried to use in my real life. I play and frolic as I choose. It's no wonder why I strive to keep this private and hidden from my little pocket on this planet.
I've grown accustomed to my anonymity and dedicated readers from across the world (though most of them are in the States - *wave*). I enjoy branching out and connecting with different cultures. But I've always veered away from letting anyone in my current real life world, especially the karate people, into this domain. On Facebook, I delete any comments about Xanga and relation to me. I know I have friends here who I've connected with and message each other every so often via Facebook. I've kept it all general with the term "blogosphere." On my Twitter, I never link to any of my entries and avoid linking any Xanga articles from any of my favourite subscriptions. When I write at a friend's computer, I take meticulous care to delete my Xanga off their history and remove any cookies - especially if it's a karate friend. The ones who do know about my Xanga are the ones who own one themselves... when Xanga was the ever-popping-and-happening new fad to hop into. Now, they abandoned their's to languish into a minor chapter of their history as they leaped to Friendster, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter and Flickr. If anyone else knows, it's because I trust them enough to let them read it.... which is probably just Magic J - my Hungarian best friend.
People at the dojo are aware I own a blog but they do know not know what it is nor do they bother to find out. They understand it's a private hobby for one such as myself. As Magic J pointed out once, my entries are lengthy with a lot of details and focused solely in my little realm which is difficult for one to connect with unless they throw themselves wholly into the story of my life. I know I'm long-winded and I don't bother to cut myself short. If I bothered to edit and proofread it properly, I know my entries would be half the size they regularly are. But when it comes to writing, especially private writing which I do not plan to publish or submit to anywhere, I let myself go. It's a freeing gesture and I feel once my brain is emptied out, there is room for new developments. To exist without censorship and criticism from the individuals I see every week, my daily life, is what I want and what I nurture. I practice my phrases and concoct new paragraphs. It's my playground - as dull as this makes me - and it's my passion.
However, this is potentially threatened because it has been brought to my attention someone reads my blog all the time. One of my entries enraged this person and I took it down. This person blew up in such a manner that Midget started crying and I spent roughly ten minutes or more trying to console her. I reasoned everything out to her in a logical manner. It was the only way I could quiet her down through the phone. A moment later, she was giggling at some inane joke or comment I made. (I was walking from 29th Station, heading home to my computer and stuck with just phone access.) But hearing her holding in sobs rattled me. Hearing her actually cry tears upset me. Katana and I bawl all the time and openly admit we're super duper female in our wailing.... but Midget is always the one who toughens up and pushes harder when she's not happy. She doesn't ask for hugs or shoulders to lean on. She offers them. I've seen her upset but it only becomes angry fuel for her training. I've never heard or seen her cry before. In short, it pissed me off.
I didn't care what the person would do to me. I didn't feel the person had any grounds nor was I ever frightened by this person. I've always felt the person was a bully and promptly kept my polite distance. (It's easy to spot them if you've lived with one or two all your life.) The person could've confronted me, one on one, but, instead, chose a different route. When I heard the situation, I thought I'd simply take the entry down and shrug it off. (It's not the first time someone harped to me about censorship nor the first situation I've dealt with. Come on! I've been at this blog for the last six years. I've picked up a couple tips. D'uh.) But.... I guess patience is not a strong suit for this individual. Midget was harassed. I feel a little guilty and partial to the blame. (The other part of the blame is for the other person for the choice in actions.)
You see.... Midget is a very mature and responsible. Often, people only see her qualities and forget quite often... she is only a kid. In the eyes of the government and general public, she is a little kid - even by her non-aging appearance! It sets up low expectations from others and they always underestimate her abilities because of this until she fights for the respect she deserves. The problem is... it's impressed into minds so hard, people often forget she's only 17. (Well, since June 9th, she's a newly minted 18-yr-old but she's adjusting to her new age at the moment.) I have to admit, I forget this fact too. I'm reminded every so often when we hang out at her house, fooling on the computer or talking about her school in general. The strongest reminders are when she talks to her school friends on the phone - her manner is very different. Anyway, I digress. Back on track. I feel this is what happened here. The person forgot how old Midget is and focused on her maturity and mental level. The person picked on her and I cannot help being annoyed by it.
I'm not a fan of bullies nor cowards.
Essentially, shit hit the fan when I didn't think it was a very big deal. I muse a lot and I ponder a lot. I'm aware I have power with words and remain studiously quiet with them. I'm good at writing because it's what I practice. There have been numerous occasions where I've written something which changed someone's life or left them in shock. In most, it makes them think.... and apparently thinking is bad. *roll eyes* (This happened with Kutie Kunt. She use to read my journals all the time in high school and it always made her think. She hated reading and the only thing she ever read were my journals. Then I took the privilege away when she abused it.) If I knew this person was reading my work, I would've avoided voicing my opinion concerning the individual.
As much as I'm aware of my rights, I also want to keep the peace in my life. It's unnecessary drama and stress from someone who is bored enough to read me all the time. (I feel like I'm being spied on without my knowing.) The only silver linings I've squeezed from this is the energy I pumped into my training last night from my rage and the fact someone was smoked out from the shadows, forcing them to step in the limelight despite the weak blustering excuses.
But, my question is: What do I do now?
I want readership and comments but from everywhere else except my city. If there are any people from my city, then I want individuals who aren't connected to any main part of my life, people I can learn from. It leaves the messy Xanga drama for those featured on the front page. I don't ever expect anyone from my real life to butt in. So how does one go about being public to everyone else except the their own reality?
I discussed this with Wang last night since I've put him in a similar position before. (It's a long story and old history now. In short, I messed up his Xanga writing career because I talked to the wrong people.) We've concluded I have several options:
- start writing in protected I don't look forward to making lists of who can and cannot see my entries. It's too much of a hassle and I've always felt censored if I needed to write protected. If I need to write protected, then it's a sign I shouldn't write it in public... and I'll turn to my personal notebook'n'pen journals.
- use my credits to change my Xanga name Essentially, I'm starting a new blog while keeping my old entries. I simply have to inform my Xanga friends of my intentions and move away. This option is the most appealing to me so far. I only need to think of an appropriate name I like and can identify with. The problem is I've identified with my current one for many years now... it's akin to saying goodbye to an old friend.
- turn on Sign-in Lock This would only spark my paranoia about innocent Xangan bystanders. It's too much work too. I want to come on here, formulate my thoughts and type it out. I prefer to spend more time sharing with others than judging them.
- turn on Friend's Lock This is too much work too. I don't want people to think I'm keeping them out. I only want to keep my world out. I'm welcoming the rest. I'd have to go through my list and shave it down. No like.
- leave it be and censor my writing This is the one of the options I'm considering but the thing is... on an ordinary basis, I wouldn't care if someone from my real life happen across my Xanga but the person who kicked up the fuss - I don't want this person to read my Xanga. I don't care if I'm a "Truman" entertainment. From this person, I feel it's an invasion of sorts.... especially when I write about small, mindless and random entries like hating my bra or extremely dark and personal ones concerning my dysfunctional family. I also dislike censoring myself. I even told Bt off when he told me what to write about but we compromised with disclaimers (when we were still friends speaking to each other).
Until I decide on my next course of action......
Life Goes On
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