Fact: I’m on a ton of social networks. I love to be connected.
Myth: My entire life is on said social networks and all you have to do is read my status updates.
Lately, I’ve been noticing a trend with people in my life. They seem to think that the best way to communicate with me is to read my status updates and then make assumptions to construct my life the way they see fit. This is ridiculous.
The status updates I put up are snapshots of my life, of things that are randomly going through my mind and trust me: The 24 hours of my life every day could not be simplified enough to become a string of 140-character one-liners.
Is it true that I used to pour my heart out in my blog and work out every problem I had through writing? For the most part, yes. But even back then, there were things that you could only find out by talking to me.
When I first started blogging, it was my only communication with the world sometimes. Between commuting to school, the two part-time jobs I had and family affairs, I barely had time to socialize and needed to connect. I was also only 18 years old.
Naturally, I’ve grown up some. (A LOT in this past year alone.)
I’ve also become a lot more private, even among friends. I know that when I need to vent, or have an issue, my friends will be there in a heartbeat. I could vent to them about everything that frustrates or upsets me on any given day. I often choose not to.
I’ve learned that some things are best resolved internally and then discussed if needed. I now have the ability to resolve my issues on my own, instead of throwing out into the universe for my friends to discuss amongst themselves. As much as they have my best interest at heart, sometimes that is worst possible idea. My friends cannot fit in a mold and their opinions vary to the point of being completely opposite at times. I love that about them.
Even my closest friends that know everything about me don’t know everything about me on any given day.
As much as I love writing, and venting, I love living more.
Part of living is feeling. Part of living is growing pains.
Part of living is learning to be alone with myself and basking in the peace of my mind.
This is not to say I’m not a social creature. Nor will I disappear from social networks. I will still be there but so will my phone. And my e-mail.
Best way to get to know me?
Talk to me.
Get beneath the surface.
Getting to know you: Tell me one random fact about yourself.