Nobody
February 25, 2011
Our world is just too damn devoid of privacy. It is so full of people, and stuff, and unending clatter. There is barely anywhere you can go where you’re alone, unseen, untracked. Everywhere you go, everything you do, all that you write or watch or buy.. someone knows, reads, sees, or whatever.
But you can be alone in your head. I am so immensely grateful for that. Completely private, gloriously intimate, totally safe. No matter what, nobody gets to go there, nobody gets to know what goes on. Your thoughts are the things that’re utterly and absolutely yours.
A funny line from Anne Lamott I came across yesterday:
“I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.”
Not to say that all private thoughts are of the awful variety (though I’ve had some doozies). Just that it’s so perfect that we have a private place to be.
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