Personal space

At dinner tonight, Jessica commented, "You don't blog about me much any more."

"Uh..."

The statement caught me a little offguard.

People have boundaries, I explained. Some people don't want to be found on the internet at all. Some people have to warm up to the idea. Some people embrace it. It depends on where your boundaries are.

My personal space is BIG (around three feet, actually, with strangers, about three inches with friends). My internet personal space, however, is small. I don't mind writing about farting (everybody does it). I care about some things (you don't really need to know about my migraines, really), but for the most part, eh, whatever.

Jessica, however, doesn't like being "out there." She won't upload pictures of Gabby to the Intarweb™ because there "might be a child molester out there that sees her picture and comes to get her." She may think a weblog is a little excessive on the laying bare part. She's more publically private.

And there are a lot of things I, too, keep private. Though there are clearly a lot of things I don't, there are plenty I do, as Kris can attest.

I try to respect her boundaries. I try to respect other people's boundaries, too. If someone tells me something personal, I'm not going to post it. If I wouldn't tell it to your face, I won't post it. It's not like you couldn't track the source back to me anyway.

So, no, I didn't post every adventure we've had.

That's okay.