On Selective Reporting
Jan. 10th, 2007 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleLast night, I was talking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildnsquirrelly, who expressed regrets over the usual content of my subconscious, and asked if I didn't ever have any really good dreams, the sort where one has wild succulent sex with people one would never really get to screw, and so on. I told him that I do, but that I don't usually post them on LJ. He says, "Oh, okay," and moves on.
triadruid picked up the thread this morning: "Why don't you post that? In fact, you hardly ever mention anything in your LJ about sex at all. It's not like anybody minds. You post all this awful stuff in detail, things that make you feel worse, but you don't post about things that make you feel better." He goes on to say that my LJ is like the conversations you have with your parents when you've first moved away to college; they say "What are you doing?", and you, percieving that they don't want to know about your frat parties, drug experimentation, intense work with community theater, and other vices, say "Nuthin'..." and drag your feet.
And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.
wildnsquirrelly, who expressed regrets over the usual content of my subconscious, and asked if I didn't ever have any really good dreams, the sort where one has wild succulent sex with people one would never really get to screw, and so on. I told him that I do, but that I don't usually post them on LJ. He says, "Oh, okay," and moves on. triadruid picked up the thread this morning: "Why don't you post that? In fact, you hardly ever mention anything in your LJ about sex at all. It's not like anybody minds. You post all this awful stuff in detail, things that make you feel worse, but you don't post about things that make you feel better." He goes on to say that my LJ is like the conversations you have with your parents when you've first moved away to college; they say "What are you doing?", and you, percieving that they don't want to know about your frat parties, drug experimentation, intense work with community theater, and other vices, say "Nuthin'..." and drag your feet. And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.
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Date: 2007-01-10 09:18 pm (UTC)Also, I am even more delighted to see you moving on.
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Date: 2007-01-10 10:09 pm (UTC)Er, I should clarify that I'm not 'moving on' as much as I am staying the course. Living with Mik has been a mixed blessing, but as I cannot trust her to be straightforward about her activities, sex partners, or even what she wants in life. I don't even thing SHE knows what she wants in life as it changes from year to year. All I know is that I keep making her less happy, and while she likes the umbrella of security I provide, I do not like the cloud of insecurity she provides.
So it's the same as when she was drinking, partying, and playing around, with the exception that I am getting rid of the heartache of having a former best friend in the house lying to me (even if just through ommission) whenever they speak.