on nudity

so, i know this guy who wrote this thing... to tell you the truth all i've read from his paper is "we live in a confesional society". it was enough. it haunts me. you see, any of my friends will tell you i talk a lot about myself: how i feel, what i think, what i sense... i, on the other hand, am not so sure. i think i talk around myself. in this baring ones soul thing, i'm more a flasher than a nudist. i walk around in a trenchcoat letting everyne know there's nothing underneath and then, suddenly, i show them. it's violent and rarely nice. like now: was that a confesion or one of those things where you seem to be opening up but really are not? it annoys me so, the fact that i wonder, the fact that i'm telling you i wonder... the thing about writing, though, is , for me, you're always exposed. always showing something about yourself. it doesn't have to be biografical or talk about your own life or anything, but it exposes you in a way... or maybe not. 

to begin with

so... it's been forver since i opened tis blog and havn't written anything so far... however, what might seem like pure laziness isn't but an ovrpowering feeling of my own lack of importance and a kind of shame before the idea of exposing myself. This writing public diaries (as if there were any other kind)... anyway, a good friend pointed out recently the importance of such exposure and even more, the ethical implications of it. i (as anyone will tell you) am all for ethics and so, here i am. exposed.