TMI

In the Denver Post a few days ago there was a section about the disappearance of privacy, protecting that which is sacred.  TMI (too much information)

I feel that way too.  I love blogging. I love reading other people’s blogs but lately I feel like I’m wandering into people’s lives, into places I really don’t belong and frankly, shouldn’t read about.

Yes, I know.  Just don’t read them right?  But honestly, there is a pull to read what people write about the very intimate details of their lives.  It’s not healthy, it’s not uplifting, it’s not lovely.  But we all have felt that way right?

I think the line between keeping what needs to be sacred and private and then telling all is getting blurred.  Do I really need to know that Paris Hilton has chosen to not have sex for a year?  Or details about Jessica Simpson’s sex life with John Mayer?  Nope.  But it’s there.  And not just online anymore. It flashes itself on magazine titles in the grocery lines, on commercials on tv.

There is a great deal to learn from people who are transparent about their struggles.  I have a blogger friend who is going through a really hard thing in life right now and she has been so open about the struggle.  BUT she has also been very discerning in the details she shares.

Life is about living in the gray and doing it well.  When our secular newspapers begin to question the blurry lines regarding TMI, you know something is going downhill fast.

Where is the mystery in life anymore?  I rather like not knowing EVERYTHING about EVERYONE.