Over time, I’ve slowly started to integrate the various aspects of my life.
It started quite simply: I decided that no matter what I would not untag any photos of myself on Facebook. It didn’t matter how terrible I looked or what I was doing, I was going to wear it. Actually, seeing as my wild days are well and truly behind me, it wasn’t that big a deal.
The next thing I did was let my family in. My mother had already somehow discovered my blog some time ago and with other family wanting to connect on Facebook, it didn’t take too long for me to friend them. Of course, there were all those photos and my publish and be damned policy.
I took a deep breath and did it never mind that pretty much all the photos of my on Facebook involves some outdoor trance or hippie festival and very little clothing.
Today, I became facebook friends with two of my workmates. I do have workmates there in the mix somewhere but generally only after I’d stopped working with them. Again, there were all those photos and my damned publish everything policy.
I took a deep breath and did it anyway.
It’s not as if I can hide my dreadlocks at work anyway. Mind, I do regret the photo of me looking like an asian triad member and pretending to smoke a cigarette.