Aren't Splinters Supposed to Hurt?

While showering and washing my hair, my mind runs rampant.  I saw an author on television the other day who says he showers five or more times a day during the writing process.  I could totally relate.  Doing mundane, habitual tasks require no thought (like vacuuming and ironing) and your mind is free to take off in any direction, sometimes several.  He also stated that the cleansing process also cleansed his mind, cleared it for a different approach when he returned to his writing.  Makes sense, no?

Anyway, my thought this time...for whatever reason...is about splinters.  Not wood splinters, however, but those splinters we create online.  Prior to approaching the online experience, we're whole.  Certainly parts of ourselves are given out to others in our lives and to the tasks that create our daily routines but these I wouldn't consider splinters; they are larger and exposed.  Our splinters are parts of ourselves we've given over to the virtual world; parts we've doled out and forgotten about unless something causes us to recall them.  So, I will be going in search of my splinters and removing them if I find them.  Why bother?  I really don't know other than it's my attempt in may ways, not just this one, to make myself whole again.  I've a lot of work to do.  Many I will keep once they're exposed.  Otherwise the splinters will be removed.

So, as friends have sent you requests to join them here and there, as you've had temporary interest in expressing yourself on various sites, as you've joined this account and that account in search of items to purchase or to gain knowlege, etc., how much of yourself have you given away and forgotten?

I am so very tired of things not being what they seem.  Perhaps I make assumptions about situations, about people, about truth, about everything.  It is my own fault for my disappointments.  I should expect less.  I should not care.  I should roll with the punches.  I should, but I don't.