With over 3,100 followers, including lawmakers, former government officials, and even social progressives who are standing against the excesses of this administration, prudence dictates that I should exercise restraint when posting musings on Twitter. Gone are the days when my tweets were nothing but random (and sometimes sleazy) thoughts that require no contemplation or live journals that I could not publish (for being too trivial to post) when the blogs were still the preferred medium of expression. While posting chronicles of the moment still happen from time to time (to let everyone know that I still have a social life, a me-time, a family, or an identity), by all accounts, my Twitter has been completely politicized. Not to mention, being in a relationship limits your liberty to speak your mind on things that you have yet to disclose to your partner.
Likes tales of past relationships.
Given this restricted space for navel gazing, here are the things that I no longer publish on my microblogging service:
1. Half-naked photos that fed my need for validation when I still have the guns to flaunt.
2. Stories of past exploits and the lessons I've learned from them.
3. References to my ex-boyfriends, flings, and strangers-in-between.
4. Unspoken frustrations that come with being in a relationship (which, I tend to leave undisturbed in my subconscious thoughts)
5. Money and family matters.
These subjects were seldom written in long-form writing as they are irrelevant to my personal narrative. But given the anonymous nature of this blog, I may be able to exercise the freedom to write what I have in mind. Should I be able to sustain my mojo and remain defiant to the temptations of going public in exchange for more readers, you may count on some entries that put into context the stories from my dark ages.
But first, I would need to write casually, and drop the formality that has become my voice now that I have grown.