DONNING THE PRECIOUS MASK

I was perusing another thoughtful blog last night, when the blogger, Alessandra, posed a question on why it is that we feel so comfortable sharing intimate details to complete strangers over the net?  Realizing that this is not the first time this question has been asked, nor the last time it will, it was nonetheless an amazing question.  And one which I answered completely inadequately, I must admit.

Later last night, I got to thinking about her post and realized that I have a few people following me that know me to some form of degree or another, but that the majority of my wonderful followers wouldn’t know me from a hole in the ground, and I suppose that I kind of like it that way.  Did I purposely set up my blog persona as Average Girl because that way I could be anybody you meet on the street? Perhaps. To be honest, I wasn’t initially comfortable even using my first name, and I largely preferred to go by my pen name of Average Girl, as oppose to Tracy. Tracy just felt to “personal”.  Ironic, since I was the girl who told you how I let out the fart of a century while being in a public bathroom.

Alessandra went on to ponder whether blogging was a form of a mask that people felt comfortable taking off in front of complete strangers instead of ones they know all the while being safe behind their computer screens.  I thought about that long and hard, and for me, I feel completely the opposite. Like it is a mask I can put on at some funky cyberspace masquerade ball which allows me to be all that I really want to be and hope to be. In essence, the person that I have tucked neatly into a drawer in fear of judgments. And now, my computer has become a place where I can be invincible in the thoughts that pour out of my own leaky brain syndrome.  My blog has become as place where I can strip myself raw in front of you in  the form of my words and where you can really get to know me, but where my face in public would blend in with all others, and I would just be your every day average girl you would pass on the street. 

In reality, I really am a no holds bar kind of girl, but only with those I have felt safe with.  Here, you can’t see me, but most importantly, I cannot see your reaction when I talk about my better half’s butt rumblings, or the fact that my butt has dropped giving me a serious case of the wedgies, or how I have become the hairy woman of Borneo. I cannot see whether I touched you, or made you smile, but mostly, I cannot see whether you are disappointed.  Because, I am a people pleaser unfortunately.  And while I have tried, I cannot change that flaw of myself.

So why is it that I share so much with so many who have never met me?  Well the answer really is for Alessandra who posed the question: It’s my place to escape, it’s my place to find solace, it’s my place to throw out my dreams and desires and connect with others who feel the same way, it’s my place to throw away my fears and say what is on my mind without the judgment from those who know me, it’s where I can be me, the complete and real me.  It’s just about being me.


So now I pose the question to you, why are your blogging?

Until Next Time.

Smooches Pooches