March 15, 2010

Why So Secretive?

This is something I’ve been contemplating for a few months now; since the first time I heard of the numerous Facebook 'Find Out Who is Clicking on Your Profile' applications or the live EBlog 'Who’s Viewing Me Right at This Moment', of which includes the name, city, and state of the viewer just driving by. I guess I don't get why individuals have the need to know and/or keep track of who’s viewing their Blogs, MySpace, Facebook, emails, twitters, whatever else is out there. My sense is, if you choose to put your information out there, on a very public domain, you’re going to get individuals viewing your stuff. If you don’t want people viewing your stuff, don’t publicize it. 

Most of the social sites give you the capability to keep your information private, you can even choose to diss people off of your radar, such as the “Unfriend” option in Facebook. But for crying out loud, don’t get paranoid because people are interested in your life and what you have to say. You may have been friends with someone at one time and life circumstances worked out to where you became separated. Life circumstances can also work out to where individuals are brought back in to your life. Friendships can be rekindled, resparked, rejuvenated, etc. Current friends remain current. New friendships can be created and evolve into lifetime connections because more than likely, those who stop to read what you have to share, and share of themselves in return, have something in common with you ... there's a connection there. I know my life is so crammed full with work, grad school, my childrens' needs, my spouses' needs, my own needs ... I just don't get out much.

My take on this is to just relax, enjoy the reconnections, the current connections, the new connections, and the subsequent ride. I’m not minimizing the fact that there are definitely stalkers out there, but chances are, they aren’t your current friends, old friends, your new friends, or even the friends of your friends.

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