I finally deleted my other blog, the one I haven't posted in for more than two years. I kept deleting it and then reactivating it, scared that I'd lose three years of writing.
But then I told someone about it, not someone who necessarily would have cared to read it or would have even bothered to find it (although with the help of my name, a Google search, and a certain Sinister mailing list, it would not have taken a Google-savvy person long to find it), but I suddenly grew very self-conscious.
Because what you wrote when you were 19 and drunk no longer seems very funny when you're just shy of 25. It makes you feel stupid. And embarrassed. And man, was I passive aggressive!