Every so often, I am asked how I decide what to “share” online, in my writings. Usually, the person asking this asks this because they have things they’d like to write about, talk about online. But they don’t write or talk about these things online or anywhere public out of fear over people knowing too much about their “personal” lives, their personal “selves.
“But I don’t share everything,” I often tell them.
Sometimes when I’m going through something in my life, I don’t write about. I just live it. And if there’s a story worth sharing, a story that needs to be shared, I’ll share it.
But sometimes I don’t write about some things. Things that may negatively impact others in my life? I don’t write those things. Things that I am not certain how I feel, things that I have feelings about but feelings that I know are premature? I don’t write those things. Things that may hurt someone or things that I know are written from a wrong place or with poorly conceived intentions. I don’t write those things.
But I do tell lots of stories in my writings, stories mostly about me because I think speaking out loud, writing things down is how I feel most real to myself. I think so much of our world is fake: fake food, fake hair, fake butts, fake smiles, everything can be faked but the truth.
So when I write, when I live I hope to “be” from that place. I hope, often, when I write things that feel uncomfortable or that hurt, that in living from a real place, others will come out from wherever they are and live there with me if not for forever then just for some moments. This doesn’t always happen. But it’s my hope to make human connections that mean something because at the end of the day, in spite of all that may be fake amongst us, we are still real. I hope we may never forget that.