My Hidden Self
So my wife finally started reading my blog, after someone told her about my King-Kong-as-a-Metaphor-For-Marriage post.
Fortunately, she laughed. A lot.
But then she started reading more of my posts. And it freaked her out a bit.
Because she didn't recognize me here. On this blog, I come across as outgoing and entertaining. In real life... not so much at all. In private with friends, maybe. Not with strangers.
She thought I was hiding this whole side of myself from her. I had to think about it, and then explain to her that it wasn't really true. It's an act.
Here, I'm forced to adapt a different persona. I have to play host, to be maitre d', to keep people's attention, to be funny and entertaining and hopefully interesting and informative at times.
I'm the ringmaster/juggler, keeping up a line of patter while 5 balls dance through the air.
But at the same time... maybe it is a part of me yearning to escape. Because my wife goes off to work all day, while I sit around the house, reading and writing coverage. Sometimes I go out to a coffee shop to read. Occasionally I go pick up work somewhere. But that's the only time I really have an honest conversation with anyone.
So it's nice to be able to come in here, and dance and sing a little. To pry open my brain, and see what flies out onto the page. To create a place where there's a little back and forth, and where I can make my little contribution to the scribosphere.
Or maybe it's just an act. Sometimes I'm not sure who is me, and who is blog me, and who is writer me, and who is husband me.
Still, it'll be interesting to see what's next on the bill.
On with the show...