About a week ago, my brother told me some people from the office had been reading my blog (i.e. this blog). My first impression was pretty nonchalant. I thought "cool", and that was about it. I mean, I know a lot of stuff I've written here is the kind people don't usually say out loud (I don't either, but I do write it publicly sometimes). But I like to think that I don't really care about what other people think about me, so that even letting my innermost thoughts and feelings to any stranger or any other person would be perfectly fine with me. So upon hearing the news, I did nothing.
But my brother was a lot more worried than I was. He told me, again and again, that people here in the office were reading my blog. I then began to imagine what it would be like for everyone in the office to know about my blog.
Latest gossip: you know that quiet guatemalan guy? He has a public blog and he writes his heart out on it! And he talks about his sex life and thoughts! The crudeness of his statements naturally produce curiosity and a little astonishment - how crazy do you have to be to write this kind of stuff?
The main reason for which I un-publicized my blog was the impact of that image when the gossip ran up through the ranks and affected my professional image. I honestly cared not for my own professional image, but for that of another. Hence, I removed the posting.
I still don't know if I should re-publish it or not. I mean, I liked it the way it was - but the stakes now encompass more than only myself. I'm not really ashamed of myself, I'm afraid of the possible side-effects. Perhaps after a couple more weeks most thoughts on it will have died out and it'll be safe to post again.
Paradoxical. And I expected to become so popular and live off my blog Google Ads for the rest of my days...
