Personal Life

It may not seem like it, but on the whole, I attempt to steer clear of writing too many details about my actual life, on this blog- partly because who cares?, and partly because most people who read this thing know me anyway so why rehash information they’re going to get when I see them next?  I do find myself slipping more and more personal details into this blog though- sometimes I’m not quite sure where I should draw the line… It’s almost addictive to keep writing about myself because I can purge under that dangerous bloggy myth of no apparent consequences (!! i.e. having virtually anyone read things about my life they have no right to know unless I specifically choose to tell them), but yet also without the apparent solipsistic indulgence of writing for oneself (wait- that came out wrong!… ah fuck it- that’s exactly what I meant and this blog can be evidence). 

It’s on my mind because I have two half written posts lying around- one is a run down of a recent day I had at ’work’ (those who know me will understand why this comes with quotation marks- no, it’s not because it’s not “real” work- I work very hard thanks) the second has been around for months and is about food that has nostalgic resonance, and its cultural significance to me personally.  So much for remaining an ‘academic’ blog, bleh.  The first post I chucked immediately- no one cares or needs to hear about my run ins with annoying people, continuing sagas, frustrating conflicts or how I fucked up unless you’re my friend and you have to listen and make me feel better/laugh with me etc.  The second is a stranger scenario because it is incredibly personal, yet it reveals only as much as is said, and thus without any context who the hell knows what it actually means?  That sounds more cryptic than I intended… which is good, because no personal details here people! Move on, chop chop.