Thank you, all ye who commented and made me feel like maybe someone or two out there actually doesn't hate reading what I write. I guess regardless of how old we get, there is still a geeky 13 year old with braces, pimples, and long, stringy, greasy hair* hiding inside that desperately wants to be liked.
Recently the lovely Amyesq asked her readers who, amongst the IF blogging elite, they would like to meet and why. The delusional Molly said that she would like to meet me, though for less than friendly reasons. I believe her exact quote was, "I'd love to be able to call her a bitch in person." Fair enough. Anyway, it made me ponder whether or not I would actually want to meet any fellow bloggers. It's nothing personal of course, except in Molly's case where it just might be. I digress...
My primary concern is that anyone who met me would just be disappointed. Sure, I talk big, but I'm a shy ol' shrinking violet in real life. An in-person meeting would provoke major performance anxiety in me, and I know I would come across as a completely different person. I think how I portray myself on my blog is quite a good approximation of my true personality. Unfortunately, that personality likes to hide until it knows someone for, oh, about 10 years. Otherwise, it stays under a rock with perhaps occasional peeks to the outside, but quickly scurries back to its safe haven.
It used to be easy when I could drink. Get a few drinks in me and you couldn't shut me up. I know it's not a good thing to say that you are only cool when you drink, but sometimes these things are true. Afterschool Specials lie. People really ARE more exciting, funnier and interesting when inebriated. Basically, I need to be drunk or typing on a computer to be myself around most people. How fucked up is that?
I wonder how many of us would be representative of our blog selves in real life? Would Lumi be so potty-mouthed and perverse? Would Julie be so effervescent? Is Panda as zany? Is MM as cynical? What do you think?
*: Not that I would know what that is like of course...I was born this svelte and statuesque, with strong cheekbones and long, luxurious locks. Duh.