So it seems that in the little circle of bloggers I follow, some of us have revealed our identities offline. I’m feeling most left out (*cough NSG cough*). I’ve spoken to a few offline and I’ve seen the should’ve-been-object-of-OG’s-affection Costwold Girl. There’s even one blogger who somehow ended up following my real twitter account (not the one I blog from). I don’t know how that happened, but still. It was quite the little rush knowing my identity could have slipped for a while. As for me, I’m pretty nosey actually. I find myself thinking, who are these people, whose lives I know so much about?
Blogging is an intimate thing. Sometimes I wish I didn’t share the link with my friends, because that anonymity is nice. And there again, sometimes, I wish I could say “I am blah-de-blah”. Especially when something good happens. I wonder what perception my blog gives out. I wonder what you, my followers, think I’m really like, in the real world of work and sunshine and rain and unicorns and stuff. Speaking of unicorns (slightly off topic), I watched Cabin In The Woods at the weekend. Really good film and I loved the bit where some guy got impaled by a unicorn near the end. Sorry if you’ve not seen it, but frankly, it came out bloody ages ago. You should get on with it. Anyway, I digress. What was a I saying. Oh yes. What do I come across as? Tall? Short? Fat? Thin? Trendy? Geeky?
Am I an exhibitionist? I don’t think so. I mean, there are days I like to make an effort and swing my hips when I walk and feel like a sex goddess. But I don’t flaunt it about or anything. I don’t ‘exhibit’ myself in terms of wearing skimpy clothes or engaging in overtly public sexual acts (far too shy, yes, really). But there are times when I think about revealing some part of my identity and for some reason, the masquerade party scene in Revenge (love that show) planted the seed in my brain even further. Maybe because it feels a bit daring. Though that makes me sound a bit sad, actually. Ho hum.
Maybe one day.