Censorship

I live in a fine country, one that tends not to censor what I say or what the press can report about. Well, at least on the surface anyhow.

There is another kind of censorship, an inner censorship, that pops up most frequently in my social media interactions. At one level I put a lot of myself out there via FaceBook and much more so via Twitter, at another level I hold so much back....out of my perception of what would be fair to those around me.

It wouldn't be wise to post certain things about an employer or supervisor.

It doesn't seem like it would be fair to my wife to Tweet about our fights. Word would get back to her, or to my bio-teens and that would be hurtful to them.

It doesn't seem like it would be fair to my bio-teens to Tweet about the road bumps they hit in life. Too many of their friends follow my Tweets.

It doesn't seem fair to the young adults who so richly bless my life to Tweet about them and their issues. Too many of their friends follow my Tweets.

So here I sit. Putting a lot out there, but also keeping so much back. FaceBook and Tweeting (and blogging) let me vent so much, and let me express emotions and inner turmoil in ways that I never used to before. And, yet, there is soooo much more that I would like to put out there but is of a confidential nature.

I don't know what to do with this inner struggle of what to post and what to hold back. It is a continuous tug-of-war in my mind. Daily. Hourly. Each time I post.