To anyone who will listen

Our generation is connected. Everyone has a cell phone, an email address, an account on a social networking site. People can be contacted thru countless means, and no one is out of reach for long. We don't realize that this works both ways. If you want to share something about yourself, all those people are also there to hear it.

Livejournal was an originator. When you wrote a post you could denote if you were "depressed" or "chipper". Any variety of prewritten emotions, could be attached to your rant about physics class. Myspace was guilty too with bulletins. Facebook statuses. Now Twitter is the worst offender. The ability to text an update for everyone to read is a dangerous temptation.

When you broadcast your feelings, you don't get to decide who hears it. The beauty and curse of the internet is that anyone, and I do mean ANYONE, can read about your sudden wave of depression. These same broadcasters then get upset and claim "it's none of your business!" when someone asks about it.

Really it isn't our business, you're right. You know how people are though, and when you open your life to the world the questions will stream in.

So stop sharing. If you don't want questions, if you don't want people to know, why are you telling us everyday?