How much are you, in your real life, like your online persona?
My blog buddy, daveo, over at HBO asked this question the other day and I pretty much invoked my 5th amendment rights. Didn't even have to consult an attorney. I've talked about this before a little bit; and from time to time, it comes up again.
What am I really like? Well, I'll tell you. It's not pretty. I am the kind of person who, in real life, hides from all her high school friends on Facebook.
I am ugly enough in real life to run up a credit card bill but to ride my children relentlessly when they do the same thing.
In real life, I wear the same socks twice. I have been known to have a horrendously messy office and a horrendously messy bedroom. My refrigerator is toxic. Quite often.
I can and have nursed a grudge.
I get really pissed off at my neighbors when they are impatient with me. Over my dogs. Those motherfuckers.
And there's the logger poetry.
I have no problem eating all the cheerios.
I lie about wanting to floss my teeth.
I have a temper that defies description and verbal skills and expression honed to unmeasurable degrees of fury and contempt.
I have been known not to leave my house for days. For days.
I'm not as pretty as I used to be. In a lot of different ways.
But I am who I am. And for now, this is the best I can do. I'm sure my online persona is a much tidier, more generous, beautiful and likable person.
That's show biz.
The 'Kan EWA