I could hide it under the bed and be done with my worries. And I think I meant it for my parents as well. I believe my mother respected my privacy, but Dad was a terrible snoop. You seek out my private thoughts, you take your chances, and I don't want to hear it. Serving the journal entries up to the Web instead of concealing them in my dresser changes everything.
Some people do.
I don't understand that. But then again, I use this journal to post the occasional lengthy tirade about an annoying co-worker or a family friend who's pissing me off, and then I worry obsessively that they're going to see it, and I just don't understand that either. Even though I don't actually name the people I rant about, anyone who knows me well enough will know exactly who I'm talking about. You don't get their sides of the story. The bottom line for me is that I don't always share as much as I'd like to here.