Please don't read my blog

Seriously, I hope no one reads my blog. I don't want people prying into my head.

Then why blog at all, you might ask. Well, that's the thing, I don't really know. I think I've always been conflicted about blog-writing. I've whined as much in previous posts, like the one here and here. I want to write, because writing is one of the few life-vests I have, to keep myself sane. As a friend once told me, we write to save our own souls first, the others' second. My blog is my online refuge, my hiding place (hence the title of this blog), for when I want to switch off the world for a while and tune into my self, whatever state of incarnation I may be in.

I want to write, but I want to write honestly and from the heart. I think that's the only way I know how. But being honest has its drawbacks, you simply can't be too truthful, because of a number of things, among them: etiquette and the fear of being judged.

If no one reads my blog:

1. I can tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
2. No one gets hurt by the things that I write.
3. I can name names.
4. I don't have to be nice. (That's what Facebook is for.)

Another option is the good, old handwritten journal, but I've tried that before and didn't really take off. Photoshop is much too fun to leave out in the process. So there.