on the necessity for privacy and the right to express oneself

As human beings we are creative and expressive creatures. Some show more interest in developing their artistic or philosophical side, and others choose to focus rather more on practical matters, the physical limitations or lengths to which our bodies can be pushed, or the degrees of logic which the human brain is capable of bestowing.

It is our born right to choose which parts of ourselves we want to develop, or not, and with whom we so choose to share those parts. sone being very private, and others being developed for the inclusion, entertainment and or connection to others, or indeed, other parts of yourself.

I choose to diarize my musings here. this is nothing more than a temporary depository for unfinished thoughts, dreams and questions. What could be so offensive about that? What could be so dangerous? Well I am not interested in exposing any personal information about anyone, or any shocking views, or indeed creating some kind of following. This is largely or myself. To communicate in text who the parts of me which don’t click that well together and need type or pen and paper in order to communicate. If friends are interested in my rambling and randomness then they are welcome to read all they like, but ironically I am ashamed to let my partner read this as I fear the judgement and criticism, not to mention piss-taking so for now, the bulk of my written nonsense etc will be kept under password protection.
If you are reading this dear, prove me wrong. Tell me my writing is not pathetic and derivative, go on.surprise me.

If anyone wishes desperately to see this content then email me for the password. By anyone I mean the two people who know this exists…
I guess although I thought could publicly express my inarticulate self, it would seem that prudence has got the better of me, and some degree of privacy must be entertained.
How can anyone keep something a secret these days? It’s so sad, there just isn’t any mystery anymore is there?