I am tired.

I've been reading all of the posts that I hid because it was upsetting people. It occurs to me - I never used to care. It also occurs to me, though I have general feelings of fondness for those on my friendslist, I cannot say that I am so close to most that judgement would be particularly frightening. The thoughts are still my own. The reason to set them to private is simply to avoid, not judgement, but the motions of defense or agreement.

Therefore, the reason must be that I am tired.

Thirty-one years old, and I have become that which I said I wouldn't. I have reached the point that, in some cases, I stop asking questions, stop looking for new information. Stop learning. In other areas, my appetite for new experience and knowledge remains undiminished, but it's no longer universal. And some might say that simply means I've learned tact and focus.

I suspect the imaginary comforting people are incorrect.