Public vs. Private.

During a recent phone interview as I was nattering on about my skills and experiences, and wondering what the voice on the other end of the line was actually thinking, I Googled myself.

I won't go into the time-honored and clichéd allusions to masturbation, but I will admit to some level of guilt, or even guilty pleasure. There's something strangely appealing to seeing yourself on screen, even if all of it is self-published and self-promoted information from 1 of 100 different web services or social networks you've signed up with over the past 10 years.
I also had a small epiphany, if epiphanies come in size small, about my own internal dialogue of public vs. private.

When it comes to others, their confidentiality is primary.
Or should be.
For whatever reason I've always strived to be the epitome of secrecy with others information, private or public. Not to say I don't love gossip as much as the next human, but I'd rather be a place to deposit than a distribution center.
As a college student I really wanted to work in the intelligence field. Working in intelligence requires sealed lips and compartmentalized information. Since I fashioned myself in this image, I strove to live by this "code".

However, when it comes to my own "news", I realized I have no qualms nor cares about who knows what or how. For the most part.
This is evident on Googling myself. Lots of ME out there, not all of it pretty, and I don't actually mind. In fact, I think I might even revel in it.

Limelight-seeking, self-centered, only child syndrome?
Perhaps.
But somebody has to do it, right?