Going to pretend noone's listening

I find it interesting that people act differently when they think others are watching, or people they know are judging and making assumptions. Are we like what we are when we're alone or what we're like when we think someone is watching? Does a life become noteworthy by observation only? My blog posting started changing when people I knew starting reading. I'm not entirely sure if that was just my reaction to former assumptions of me that I felt I had to uphold (and therefore maintain an image) or just a retreating of self in order to protect. That old keeping up an air of mystery trick. It's a hard thing to do in this century of facebook and internet photos and videos. Us Y gens feel a need to publicise every small detail of our lives in order to make ourselves  significant, to stand out from the crowd and be named.We want to be noticed by people to validate that we are here. 

It's hard to get that satisfaction from revealing while keeping a bit back for sharing with someone who isn't just a url in another country. Where do you draw the line? I started this blog because I thought it would be a good place to put all the bits and pieces of me that I didn't have room for anywhere else. Virtual hourding.  

Yet even though I don't know exactly how to act, what to write or how much to reveal, I still love this form of expression/ communication (or whatever box you want to put it in.) It keeps me sane, gives me an illusion that I'm sharing some of the things I like with people out there, that I'm not just alone. A place to ramble, complain, spread joy or just a song I have in my head. I'm glad that I have this instead of wasting pages of journals and diaries that will never be read, understood or even in context.