A couple of weeks ago, I tweeted a tarot reading I got in my email along with my horoscope. I shared them because they were relevant… Blah, blah…
In the horoscope I remembered to white out my name. In the tarot reading I did not.
All other times where I have accidentally missed my name, I caught it and gone back to delete the tweet or edit the post… But this time I thought, “Oh, what the fuck. It doesn’t really matter anyway.”
I find that, as I get closer to actually being divorced, I don’t really have too many issues with readers knowing who I am. I mean, even not knowing my name, you could pretty much find me in real life now if you wanted to. Subtle is not my strongest suit (unless I am teasing, but that’s not subtle either, just different 😉 ).
As a matter of fact, when I was thinking about it, I realized that if any of you actually ‘discovered’ me, it wouldn’t bother me one bit. Not because I want to be (in)famous or anything, it’s simply the fact that (if you’ve been reading me for a while) you know me better than anyone in my actual real life knows me.
Conversely, there are only two (three if you include TC) people in my real life that know about my blog. One is a very long-time girlfriend of mine from back when I lived in Minnesota and the other is Mr. X. There is only one other person I know that I wouldn’t mind if she knew, I just haven’t told her yet.
If I were to meet any of you, I wouldn’t become a different or distant person. I just think it’s funny the amount of things we share online with relative strangers as opposed to people we see in our every day lives.
It’s great to have the forum of blogging to congregate, meet and relate.
Thank you all for reading me, uplifting me, complimenting me, offering me advice and just plain being here.