Ghosts from yesteryear

Sometimes you get the feeling that people who are not welcome into your life snoop around your things. It's a similar feeling to the one you get when your younger sibling goes into your room without your permission and starts reading your diary. And the reason why it bothers you so is because this person (your sibling, in this illustration) is not a part of the universe you have created through the words you have printed in that piece of paper, nor do you want him/her to be. In fact, it is almost insulting, unnerving and offensive when they do, because if this person isn't a part of the world you are creating, then why do they bother?

But people can't always put a lock on their diary, or on a blog. Case in point: I've been getting the feeling that there are intruders snooping around my things. And the feeling I just described is reflected in this situation as well. I am aware that this is the internet, and 'tis the main reason why people spill their guts publicly, because they know that someone on the other side of the world will probably read those words and maybe offer some advice, maybe criticize them, maybe relate to them, or maybe do nothing in regards to it. But that's alright, this is the reason why people keep online journals, blogs, and all these things. And what bothers me isn't that people read what I write, please, I love that! What bothers me is that ghosts from times past roam around trying to be a part of a world they no longer belong in.

It's like an actual ghost; ghosts haunt for multiple reasons. Maybe they are not aware that their life is over, maybe they are haunting the person which they roam around due to a wrongdoing or unfinished amends, or maybe they just don't know how to continue without at least being invisible, silent, in the life of someone else. I suspect that the ghost that roams around here falls into the latter category. And you know what, it is ok. But when that concerned ghost brings over some of his current baggage, then it is not ok.

I am ok with the fact that this "ghost" lurks around from time to time to check on me, but why be shady and sneaky. I mean, for all I know I am a perfectly approachable person, a quick line just asking how I'm doing will suffice; it's more personal this way, don't you think? So what bothers me is that you are masking a feeling, an urge. You want to know how I'm doing, you want to see what I've been up to. I know that you care, but you are lying to yourself by pretending you have cut all ties with me. What, do you think that it's done? Quite the opposite actually. My theory is that by being up-front you deal with everything, it's is much less disturbing than keeping it inside, like a secret; a secret that eats at you because you know you can't stop doing it.

Blah blah blah. More rambling, I know.