My Secret Little World
It’s funny when I meet people who initially “know” me from my blog. I can’t say why, but I find it embarrassing when they talk to me about it or say that the like reading it. It’s almost as if these posts exist somewhere outside of me, in some foreign land that I only know peripherally. I mean, part of the reason that I like to write things down is that I am so abysmal at conveying my thoughts through conversation. So, when someone talks to me about something I wrote, though I’m grateful they appreciate it, I often feel like I’m on the spot.
This quirk might be something akin to my weird relationship with vanity. For lack of a better word, it seems sinful to be proud of the things I do. It is rare that I will volunteer to someone I meet that I keep a blog. Is that strange? I mean, it’s not like it’s a secret or anything. But, the idea that I might have to explain what it’s about? No, thank you.
Interesting… and even more so since your blog-URL is painted on a conspicuous part of your motorcycle. Our feelings about exposure and display (online and offline) vary; I was just reading another blog on this exact subject. That blogger, whom I’ve met in person, is guarded and quiet in person but gregarious on her blog. She was plumbing the difference in her two places. You are equally different in your two places. (And, of course, so am I.)
(re: sticker) I know! It’s quite an onion for me, this topic. I suppose I like the passive reading and appreciation but not confrontation about it
I’ve had similar experiences meeting people from forums and things. Some being very outgoing online and then drips in person.