xoxo

Dear Blog.

I just want you to know that you will never know me. You won't get to see the way my eyebrow flinches or my lips curve in reaction to what I'm writing. I've decided to indulge in being absolutely anonymous. That's one of the wonders of the internet right? You don't stand out until your display name on Myspace reads "R.I.P" (Which is followed by a rush of comments of people telling you how much they miss you like the next day you're going to comment back..........dead people don't myspace. Sorry. I guess it helps them feel like they're still able to talk to that person...okay...I'll go with it. ) or you expose some naked part of your body for the world to see. Even then I guess you still don't stand out that much. If you won't show your boobs on the internet, there is always another girl who will, and another one who will show more. If you decide you don't want to be friends with someone, then they can quickly find another person who will. If you decide not to buy that magazine, or not to tip the evil waiter...someone else is going to. That's how the world works. There is always someone who can replace you or who will do what you won't, right? It's a real shitty cycle.

Although there is that one moment when you feel like you can't be replaced. That's what it means to be happy, when someone can't get someone else to do what you do or be who you be. That's what it means to be happy. Atleast that's what I think. I'm sure there are many other scenarios that can make you be just as happy, but that is something to smile about.

You know....I know plenty of people may read this and it can go either way...and either way might start with the word "Wow."

I'm either:

a) over analyzing
b) intuitive
c) creative (which can mean the same thing as b I guess in some cases)
d) depressing
or e) for Emo.

Here's the thing blog.
I don't really care what the answer is.
Wanna know why?
They don't know me. Anyone who reads this is only seeing this one side. They're only going to see that one side of me. That's fine. It's the price of being anonymous I suppose. They don't have to know me....or even get to know me...in fact, I'd rather they didn't. I don't mind being the dent in the wall that you only giving a passing glance, or who knows....I could turn out to be the big hole in the dry wall. Don't know, and don't care. We'll see how things go.

Until they either form an opinion, or decide they don't care.........I'll just keep writing and see what I get.


Much Love,

M