Carelessness
I am the best person in the world to tell your secrets to. Why? Because I'll never breathe a word of it. Even if what you tell me is stupid/boring/annoying/horrible/amazingly funny, I simply will not share it unless you give me permission to do so.I love this about myself, because it makes me feel loyal, but there's one person to whom this does not extend: myself. There are very few things about my life that I can keep to myself. I have a core group of friends who I believe that I can tell anything about myself, and I put my faith on this belief on a regular basis.
I'm a big believer in talking through one's thoughts, which is why I always make myself available to anyone who wants to talk. Still, I feel that my habit of telling pretty much everything about my life is not a good thing. I don't feel like I'm Inappropriate Disclosure Girl, but I know that I could be more circumspect.
My first foray into online journalling was a TMI look into my life, and it left me amazingly unsatisfied. I realized that for me, sharing is only meaningful when its with people to whom I have a connection. This might seem obvious, but I think that it's an accomplishment.
That being said, do you want to hear about my weekend?
Kidding...
