I am, as a whole, an anonymous blogger.
I don’t talk about my blog, I don’t hand out business cards, nor do I encourage my kids school friends mums to read my drivel.
My parents don’t know about my blog. They think I get free shit for filling in online surveys and blogging conferences are ‘Autism mums getaways’.
I get approached by journalists doing stories on blogging but when I say that I won’t divulge my full name or my photo… *crickets*
So the only people that I haven’t met on this series of tubes invented by Al Gore that read this are The Damn Emos and MPS.
And that is the problem.
Some times I want to just say shit. Stupid shit that comes into my head, shit that I wouldn’t tell my real life friends or family cause they know my address and will send the men with the white coats before I have time to retouch my makeup or hide the knives.
Some times there are things that are so fucking HUGE that I want to scream it from the rooftops and cry and spew my venom all over this pretty little blog and then ask you PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR ADVICE.
TELL ME WHAT TO DO I AM FUCKING DROWNING HERE.
But then there are those dudes with the white coats to contend with, and my stamina is significantly reduced of late.
I want to rail at the world and say nasty things but then I have to deal with the fall out of saying such things in the eyes of JUST THREE FUCKING PEOPLE.
How the fuck do you do it?
How to you write what you write on the internetz and then just go on with life like nothing happened and see your parents and the bitches at the school gate and the chick at the supermarket and the dude who delivers your parcels from the PR companies, when they know that just yesterday you were talking about ending it all with that bottle of pills in the back of your cupboard or that you are sexually frustrated or you forgot to feed your kids yesterday or that your husband has a trace on your phone and knows when you are on the computer and when you aren’t and then will call you and be all ‘why are you sitting out the front of
Boo’s your childs school googling eyebrow waxing’?
How does this shit not come back and bite you in the dimpled arse and people still speak to you?
I really want to know.