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When I think about my public self I picture being outside walking in the city, riding the subway, or being at school or work. My soul is exposed like a naked chicken. Anyone at any time can see me, judge me, reach me, talk to me. I notice my guard is up. I pass tons of people I don't know, but yet there is always this connection I feel towards the world I can't get when I'm alone. Outside in around people is where my public self lives. Outside where I 'm subject to proceution, danger, and many rules to keep me safe. My private self is a little different. It lives at home in my bed room, in my bathroom, in my journal or in closet, my dvd player, even in laundry bag or my kitchen. At home is my private self  knows very few rules.