The Fish Tank

Blogging.  Since its gain in popularity, I've had an uneasy feeling about the Internet journaling phenomenon.  Journals, after all, are meant to be private pieces of writing instead of fodder for public consumption, aren't they?  Apparently not anymore.  As our privacy goes the way of the dinosaur with Facebook, MySpace and Twitter, so goes the antiquated notion of a diary hidden from the view of a sibling's prying eyes.  Instead, today, we email the aforementioned sibling the URL for our blog.  We invite them to read that diary.  

Granted, any of us who choose to update our status on Facebook, report our every movement with Twitter, or reveal our deepest (?) thoughts to the world wide web with a blog do so willingly.  To a certain extent.  The pressure placed on our subconsciences to involve ourselves on social networking sites is immense.  These days, we really don't want to miss a thing, or we might quickly find ourselves out of the proverbial loop.  I just wonder what all this public sharing is doing to the human psyche...to our ability to have a private thought.  I certainly will not write this blog as I would a journal meant for my eyes only.  What effect will such personal censorship have on the human race?  More than ever before, we live in a glass fish tank, our every move (and now thought) subject to the "comments", "thumbs ups" and general opinions of others.

All of that said, here I am.  I haven't written in awhile, and it feels strange.  I'm sure a psychotherapist would tell me I need to be writing.  So here goes.