Backspace. Delete. Repeat.

I’ve written countless blog entries over the miles and miles I’ve ran over the past 2 years. None of which have ever made it to the Web. The act of actually writing them down seems to magnify their pointlessness.

I’m also haunted by the fact that once you put something online it has a way of sticking around and defining your future to a degree – even if the moment that you captured was purely a moment and nothing more.

So I find myself looking for something “professional” to write about, because writing about friends who bail on you, struggles at work, questions about religion, or some other random “conflict”, all seem to create a negative space around you that just gets glued to your ‘digital self’.

For me, the ‘social web’ has turned into a mechanism used, for little more, than defining your online persona. It tires me out, after all, I’m an introvert by nature.

I think part of the success of the social web is that it feeds our inherent desire to be known. It lowers the threshold for most people to share just because they want their voice to be heard.

I think it’s a bit of fools gold though – at least it was for me.

The litmus test was to just stop talking and see if anyone notices. I had my hunch – which was confirmed when I stopped writing “meaningful” blogs and closed my Facebook and Twitter account.

Virtually no one noticed – which is probably more of an outliner than I would like to admit. Either way, it’s telling.

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