The problem with being open about my identity
is that my friends in the expat community, the girls with which I get romantically or sexually involved, and even my parents and relatives can easily read into my personal thoughts and opinions (some being about the readers themselves).
It really sucks because there is that conflict between anonymity (as in, getting to share your deepest thoughts, opinions, and desires without the slightest inhibition of someone you know reading about it) and ownership (as in, this is what runs through my head and I secretly wish the people I was directing it towards would see it and know it was me anyway).
A lot of people have their normal blogs and another anonymous blog, but after a couple months of doing that myself, I got lazy. It was too hard trying to divide my life into the “can share as Eric” and “have to share as bloggerdude.” It was fun (boy did I put some filthy and vivid posts on there), but it was also bothersome.
There are times where I ranted on people, and I’ve even been called out by someone who found out I was talking about them (Seriously though, Illogia?), but I can never really say all that I REALLY want to say.
I guess that’s a good thing though. Places like 4Chan, and even Tumblr, shows you how depraved and idiotic people can actually be. Although I can’t share everything I’m thinking, just because of some of the people reading my blog (hi dad!), maybe that’s a good thing. Sometimes sick, ridiculous albeit humorous idea should be shared in person, among friends, instead of to the entire world.
ON THAT NOTE
