Pandora’s Box
There’s no not-awkward way to do this, so here:
I am sorry that I wrote about you on the internet. Posting about people is the cyber-equivalent of talking behind someone’s back. It was inappropriate and while not intended to cause harm, was no excuse.
Beyond that, for those who I mentioned in passing, or to whom I may have spoken of in a more oblique but not necessarily complimentary manner, I apologize as well. I should have been more discreet and I apologize for any hurt or concern I may have caused you.
Privacy is a funny thing. I never had a problem blogging about everything from my classroom performance to my period when I thought this was being read primarily by strangers. Now I know it’s not, and I am afraid to post about anything - even something as innocuous as how I do my hair.
I now understand now why other bloggers work so hard to keep their real-life family and friends from seeing what they post on the Internet. I am not the same person online as I am face-to-face. I worked hard to keep the personae separate. Having this blog exposed to people in my real life has been embarrassing and difficult - deservingly so - but the end result is a loss of face that I am having a hard time getting over. I don’t feel safe blogging here any longer. I don’t want anything to do with my former identity and all its derivations.
I’m closing the blog.