Come on now, you’ve got to be serious? This blog is about as secret as that Lindt bunny that you thought bed-partner didn’t know you’d eaten but in fact you’d melted it all over the crotch of your pyjamas and he was just too polite to say so.
But bear with me.
Although on social media and in this community of bloggers I’m not shy about sharing my content and wanting other people to enjoy reading it (although if you tell yourself it’s secret here too it forgives those hideous stats from last week…ahem) but IRL this blog is barely ever mentioned.
In fact I loathe to talk about it.
Some (rather unfortunate) people have dared to mention it and been met with a rather unenthusiastic response.
Now to the uneducated mind (ie. anyone who isn’t in sync with the erratic emotional wreckage that is the inside of my head) the fact that I spend hours every week working on this might seem conducive to wanting to talk a little about it.
But it couldn’t be further from the truth.
See, to me this is a completely different life.
One where I often write things with complete disregard for the fact that someone from my real life might read them as well as people who I think I’m writing for.
I mean it’s not that I often spill my emotions out here without fear of judgement and I don’t like facing the repercussions – to be honest I rarely express my feelings here because my feelings are about as dry as those packets of raisins you used to hide from your mum between the sofa cushions.
But it’s because the personality I portray online is completely open to interpretation. People can make snap judgements.
People can read what I write on here and make what they like of it. And I don’t want people’s preconceptions to be based on something that I wrote on the internet rather than on me.
Even people I know well, I don’t want them to believe that the side I portray online is actually more who I am, rather than the person I know.
So in the spirit of our dear friend and guiding light to women everywhere – Bridget Jones – ‘After all, it’s only a diary. Everyone knows diaries are just full of crap.’
Afterall, it’s only a blog.
FYI PEOPLE. Just found some dry couscous stuck in my eyebrow. WHY DOES NO ONE TELL ME THESE THINGS? IF AN IRL FRIEND IS READING THIS, TELL ME THESE THINGS.