A few weeks ago we had some friends over for some drinks. During the course of the evening the subject of blogs came up. My Dear Nathan mentioned that I have one. He was very gracious and extolled our friends about how talented a writer I am (he must really love me and not read my blog very often). He told them about how funny (again....being a dutiful husband and one who doesn't read very often) some of my posts are. I didn't really think that much of it that night but the next few days I did.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I know that there are 2 people who read my blog that know me personally. I believe that most other people that read have never met me in real life. The people that do know me in real life are, outside of My Dear Nathan, the people that know me best. They have been there for, or heard about, the best and worst times of my life. They know my sense of humor, eccentricities, inherent flaws, and well....pretty much everything else.
I asked My Dear Nathan not to tell people about my blog. I think that having people that know me but not KNOW me reading my blog would adversely affect how and what I blog about. Don't get me wrong, the friends that we were talking about are quickly becoming good friends but will never be on the same level as those who read here. I am really a very open person. Most times if you ask me a question I will answer it honestly and openly. This has on more than one occasion and very recently bitten me in the ass but hey....it is just how I am.
Do you think that I am being crazy? Would having someone read your blog make you feel uncomfortable or change how and what you write? I know that there is no guarantee that someone I know won't stumble across this blog and I know that there may very well be more people that know me reading. For right now I guess I am just not comfortable inviting new people (that I deal with in real life) into my little piece of bloggyland.
Posted by Mamma Schmoo at 9:43 AM