Written on May 19, 2015
Privacy (noun): “the state or condition of being free from being observed or disturbed by other people”
I value my privacy. Very much so. Whenever someone tries to peek at my screen to see what I’m doing, I instantly hide it. It’s not like I’m doing anything bad. I just don’t want them to know. I don’t want to explain anything. I just like keeping my things to myself. Is there anything so wrong with that?
It’s not like I’m going around and violating other’s privacy; it should be completely reasonable to expect that my privacy remains intact. But no, that’s not allowed, apparently. I get asked all sorts of intrusive questions on a daily basis. It gets too much sometimes. I just want to be alone.
If I’m alone, I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. I won’t have to hide. I won’t have to lie. I can freely and openly be myself. Sometimes, when I’m online, I’ll think… I kind of want to cut right now… then I remember, what for? To gain attention? Whose attention? Only you will know about it. It will change nothing. And so, I change my mind and I don’t end up doing it.
Privacy, in a way, builds up my defenses and allows me to survive in the outside world. I just need my privacy. It’s as important as sleep is to me. And yes, I know I said in the last topic I’d sleep but I really wanted to get this one out tonight too. I think it’s good to have your privacy every now and then. But there will come a point where it has to be broken.
If a friend of yours suspects you to be doing something harmful, I think it’s okay to snoop a bit as long as they genuinely care about your well-being and they’re not just doing it to get on your nerves. Or your parents. As long as they care about you and are not trying to wave around their power. In conclusion, privacy is a nice thing and should be respected but in certain situations, if absolutely necessary, it must be broken. That’s all for this time.