Don't ask – that's not in any way what that title was gearing up to be when I started typing. I guess my fingers knew I needed a laugh. A frighteningly juvenile laugh, but one nonetheless.
I guess there's a metaphor there though. If your life is a facade, you shouldn't engage in behavior which might compromise the facade. Simple enough I guess. I live in a house of screens, so I guess I'm ok.
I've been pondering blogging. Excesses of life lived publicly. The journal less as a tool for reflection and introspection, more as a tool for promotion and image development.
In a way, it's sad. In another way, it's just life – do or do not, but understand the consequences.