Secrets sometimes make friends

I get a little nervous when I find out there are people who actually go out of their way to read my blog.

Which is incredibly counterintuitive to the very idea of a blog, really. To virtually any type of writing, especially any kind that you put on the World Wide Web.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the audience. Quite the contrary. It just reinforces in my mind that this is not actually a platform for secrets.

That’s part of the reason why I was never good at diaries. I could never get passed the fear that someone could, theoretically discover my diary, and anything personal I had ever written would be in the public sphere. (A valid concern for a girl with three teasing older brothers and a curious little sister.)

So while I am thrilled if you read regularly, you should know up front that you’re probably never going to get the juicy details unless we’re the type of friends who talk regularly, face-to-face about secret crushes, crippling fears, and personal drama.

Of course, after previewing the little bit of my crazy that I will publish on here, you’re probably more than ok with that.