Privacy

Last Wednesday I was walking home from the pub, a little merry shall we say *ahem*, and thought to myself that I wanted to write about how unemployment changes your life. What ensued was about forty minutes of fingers flying over the keyboard until I ended up with a huge piece of writing which I thought at the time was one of the best things I have ever written

For some reason, which seems odd to me now, I didn’t publish it on here. Usually I don’t think too straight when I’ve had a few, but I must have realised that this piece of writing was a bit too personal to post on an open blog. When I re-read the piece the morning after I was glad I didn’t post it for all and sundry to read, I don’t think I’d like everybody who knows me on Facebook to read about what it’s like to be me, especially the unemployed me.

If I was still posting on Vox I’d have simply set it to ‘friends only’ and there wouldn’t have been an issue, I sure miss that privacy setting.

So, after re-reading my devastatingly honest piece, was it any good? Not really, it was a bit rambling, but the issues raised were valid, with a little bit of restructuring and editing it could be quite a piece to send to a newspaper if I was comfortable with people I know knowing a few things that I have tried to keep to myself.

Maybe one day in the future I’ll post it, maybe not, it will all boil down to my comfort level of sharing.