. . . that I would remove the last names again. I already revealed one full name, we know the year, and we know the location. So anyone could figure out who all these people were at this point already.

This also brings up the fact that I keep changing the option for feedback off and on. On one hand, I love transparency (the latest buzzword, but a good one), and honesty, the whole idea of shared information. But I also know of two bloggers, both of whom I’ve had blog crushes on at some point in time (blog crushes are not romantic crushes, they’re where you feel like someone else knows what it’s like to be you, and the initial thrill, then of course at some point you realize no one is exactly like you, but it’s nice to know there are some similarities scattered out there), who I found myself respecting even more because they didn’t need the potential adoration. Or is fear of rejection? Well, I’m going to open it up I guess, to publish at my own discretion and go for it, until something makes me change my mind again.

And next I am posting the next entry from the diary, which will introduce two more new characters, without last names.

P.S. I am well aware of the irony (hilarity?) of stewing over decisions of whether or not to open my posts up to feedback, in that I don’t think anyone has actually ever read my blog, AT ALL. Like maybe one or two at most? Which is fine of course, I always did love my alone time.