The week in Self-Conscious Posturing history (May 13-19)

Filing cabinets, taken for Kenyon Brand and Riggs in 1978 by K E Niven and Co commercial photographers of Wellington. Image held at Tapuhi, accessed via Digital NZ.

I started this blog in 2005, when I was 23 years old, before I even had a MySpace page. I followed the trend of writing a blog that was simply an online journal, but I'd read enough about the dangers of writing material that could be discovered by friends, family or colleagues to be careful to not reveal everything. This means that most of the drama that I wrote about was more ancillary drama than the actual drama itself. I wrote around my own drama, if you like - and in the process frequently wrote some pretty bizarre and nonsensical things.

For some time, I've toyed with deleting basically everything from 2010 backwards. However, that would be ultimately futile (we all know the internets are forever) and a little like trying to delete bits of my own past. Despite my decluttering ways, I don't through out my hand-written diaries - I might have been a dramatic little bitch during my teenage years, but that dramatic little bitch was still me, albeit a proto-me.

And in the spirit of Being Ok with the proto-me, I present: spit-polished and with some additional commentary, a weekly retrospective look at Self-Conscious Posturing, from 2005 to the present day. I've fixed or removed broken images and tidied up some of the worst of the mistakes, otherwise it's pretty much as it was before, mouldering away in my archives.

In 2005, I wrote a fair amount on this week - basically because I'd just started blogging and it was still quite a novelty. I was also into writing about nothing and staring at my navel *teary eye at habits of blogging past*.

• Why I love the bird calls on National Radio
• Why I have a love/hate relationship with the Bucket Fountain
• I just saw Peta Mathias
• A moment at work - includes poem in rhyming couplets about punters at the City Gallery's Rosalie Gascoigne exhibition. I'm sorry.

In 2007 at this time I was mostly concerned with procrastinating and finding a flatmate (if I remember rightly, the flatmate I actually ended up with was kind of a dick).

• Procrastination
• Fabulous dining opportunities on your doorstep

In 2008 I was really insecure and self-hating, so sorry if these posts make your skin crawl. Since that time I've made a VERY large effort to be more positive on Self-Conscious Posturing - and if not positive, then at the least, constructive.

• Au revoir fave boots
• Wednesday List - evidently did not engage much brain while writing this.
• Faux pas - so insecure
• Taking care of your blisters is very important
• Tres emotional

And there is nothing for 2006 or 2009-2012. I was writing these years, and often in May, but not in this exact week.

If you had diaries for the last eight years of your life, would you share them online? Is this an exercise in ridiculousness? Should I give more of a fuck than I do?