Privacy is my thing

Privacy has a different meaning to all of us, and it never ceases to surprise me as to what one person will reveal or do compared to what others find so strange to do so. Like today, for example. As I posted a couple of weeks ago, I'm fairly private about showcasing my body, specifically my breasts. Apparently not for all, as I was speaking to one of my tenants and she proceeded to just lift her blouse, drop her bra and insert nipple into infant's mouth -- all the while not attempting to cover, turn or whatnot -- and never breaking stride to talk about her check-in inspection.

I'm also private about what I tell others, though sometimes it's not even a really sensitive issue but I'm just not down with the idea of someone keeping tabs on me. I don't like the idea that someone knows what I'm doing almost every day. I don't like it when I tell someone "I have plans" and they proceed to ask me what they are because if I really wanted them to know, then I would've said "sorry, I but I have X to do on that night."

TAB posted on his site today about going out to dinner with his boss, who then revealed various aspects TAB's life to the other diners which he found rather disconcerting. I agree with this because our lives are the one thing we can somewhat control, to include what we share of it with others.

I'm also amazed by the type of information people have shared with me, even if they've just met me, and it honestly happens to me all the time. The breast feeder from above told me today (and it was my first time meeting her in person) that her husband has cheated on her throughout her marriage and she's basically looking for a Sugar Daddy replacement. I felt like I knew more about her current life than even some of my closest friends or even family members know about me.

Blogging takes this form, too, in that I've read many blogs where some have exposed very intimate portions of their lives, things that I could never share with my friends, much less strangers (these are not always anonymous bloggers, either). I want to point out that I'm not offended reading about it or hearing about it, especially in cases where it helps another reader that had a similar experience and either needs the advice or can offer it. It's just not something I could ever do. And don't any of you start thinking I'm talking about you because these are people that aren't on my blogroll.

What makes me uncomfortable is that I just don't think I should be expected to reciprocate on the same level, which I find more outside the blogosphere. I usually assume Def Con 1 in terms of privacy and wait for the other person to initiate what he/she wants to disclose. I just don't want to be that person who pries because the first thing that shuts me down is a nosy mofo.

I'm guessing that some of you out there completely agree with me and my reaction to some of the things I mentioned, while others may think it's no big deal. Either way, just please do not feel the need to send me any of your nipple shots that I know are sitting on your hard drive wanting some appreciation. It's just not my thing.