RANT OF THE YEAR: WRITE UP 1

 KEEP ATLEAST SOME CHAPTERS OF YOUR LIFE UNPUBLISHED

In a world where every breath is documented, every sneeze is hash-tagged, and every fleeting thought is broadcast to the masses, the art of being private is akin to mastering an ancient and mysterious craft. It’s like having the last slice of pizza in a room full of hungry souls—intensely satisfying and slightly mischievous. 

Imagine your life as a best-selling novel. Now, not every chapter needs to be splashed across the cover. The real intrigue lies in the pages that remain unpublished, the stories only you know. Think of it as holding a winning poker hand while everyone else is showing their cards—sometimes, it’s the unknown that makes you the real player in the game. Why let every passerby be privy to your plot twists and turns? If everyone knows how your story goes, they might start writing their own versions of your narrative. And let’s face it, no one wants to star in a poorly written fan fiction of their own life.

Privacy is your personal secret sauce. It’s the ingredient that keeps everyone guessing, wondering, and making wild assumptions. Ah, assumptions—the spice of life. It’s delightful to watch people scramble to piece together your life’s puzzle with pieces that don’t quite fit. "Oh, did you hear she’s into mountaineering because she posted a picture of a rock?" Yes, darling, because clearly, I’m scaling Everest next weekend. 

Being private is like being the only person who knows the secret recipe to the world’s most coveted dish. Sure, others may think they’ve figured it out—throw in a dash of this and a pinch of that—but the true flavor? That’s yours and yours alone. And here’s the kicker: you don’t even have to correct them. Let them think your secret ingredient is something exotic when it’s just plain old salt. The real joy lies in knowing that they’ll never get it quite right.

Being private in today’s world doesn’t mean you need to vanish like a digital ghost or toss your smartphone into the nearest river. Let’s be real—uninstalling Instagram, Facebook, or X isn’t a badge of honor. It’s more like cutting off your nose to spite your face. Privacy isn’t about becoming a hermit; it’s about mastering the art of selective sharing. You don’t have to delete your digital presence; you just need to curate it like a museum exhibit—show them the masterpieces, not the messy drafts.

Consider your social media accounts as your personal art gallery. Now, you wouldn’t hang up every doodle you’ve ever scribbled on a napkin, would you? Of course not. You’d showcase the highlights, the pieces that reflect your best self, the ones that spark interest without giving away the entire plot. It’s about displaying the Mona Lisa while keeping the sketchbook hidden away. Let’s face it, the “delete everything” mentality is a bit of a cop-out. It’s the equivalent of moving to a deserted island because your neighbors are too noisy. The real skill lies in staying connected while maintaining your mystique. Being private doesn’t mean you’re anti-social; it means you’re anti-TMI. There’s a big difference between living your life and livestreaming your life. 

In this age of oversharing, where everyone’s life is an open book, be the enigma wrapped in a mystery, draped in sarcasm. Keep some chapters of your life unpublished, let the world make assumptions, and enjoy the delicious irony that while they’re busy guessing, you’re living your best, most private life. Because, at the end of the day, the best stories are the ones that are never told.


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