My next guest biatch is Kelly
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There are some things I can’t write about. Not because I can’t articulate them, I have no doubt that the words would flow free and fast, more words than a thesaurus. And not because I don’t want to share, because there are some times when I just want to shout to the world CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT?!
I can’t write about them because my entire goddam family read my blog, and there are some thoughts festering in my mind that they simply don’t want to know. I would inadvertently hurt people. I would make them feel embarrassed, ashamed, depressed, and anxious. Although I started blogging because the freedom of expression was too hard to pass up, I’m not here to inflict pain.
I often think about throwing caution to the wind and jotting it all down… If I were an anonymous blogger, I would write to my heart’s content, for no other reason than the freedom of being able to express myself without judgement, without explanation and without interruption.
Oh to live in a world where we could open our mouths without thought of repercussion!
Sometimes when we speak we’re not in search of a response, simply a quiet ear… Quite often it’s the simple act of verbalisation that allows us to reflect internally, to answer our own questions.
What would writing about my drama achieve anyway? The sympathy of strangers surely won’t make my burdens any easier to bear. I don’t expect to receive any advice that hasn’t been offered before; I don’t hope to resolve the unresolvable. Perhaps I just have a fervent need to get things off my chest… Like a fire burning deep within the centre of my heart, but there’s nothing that can extinguish it, this isn’t a case of indigestion.
One thing I know that writing about it would achieve is a rise in readership; we all love a little bit of drama (when it’s not our lives at the forefront). But hurting people simply for the sake of statistics would cause more pain than relief.
I’m not an anonymous blogger, so I’ll keep a small piece of me hidden from the world that is my dot com… For now.
Kelly is a sarcastic perfectionist who suffers psychotic outbreaks in her endeavour to be Superwoman. At Handmade Tears and Triumphs you’ll find hilarious anecdotes of victories and epic failures, as well as recipes, rants, and the odd fiction piece about a woman named Stella.
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I am anonymous blogger – and I still censor quite a bit what I write so I don’t offend family and friends who don’t even know about my blog (yet!). yet is the key word.
But I hear ya! Oh, I hear ya.
I hadn’t considered that, the possibility of having your anonymous blog discovered. It seems censorship is necessary whether you’re out or not!
I wish I was.
I tried once…. but while I was honest, I wasn’t being and I hated it
*sigh*
Oh really? That’s a shame.
I think there are two benefits from being an annonymous blogger.
One, is getting that chance to express how you are thinking and maybe sort through some ideas and gain clarity.
The other is for those people going through the same issues as you finding out they are not alone.
Yeah this is true. It would be hard to know where to draw the line though, to remain anonymous without holding too much back, for fear of identification.
Never been would be nice to switch it up
Agreed, would be nice indeed.
My blog started off as being anonymous but over time I got sick of trying to keep up with my blog identity and my real identity. I don’t have my full name on my blog but my photo is all over it.
My family knows I write a blog but only my sister reads it and I want to keep it that way. My mum is dying to read it! I’ve told her I don’t want her to yet so she is being cool about that so far. My dad specifically asked me not to write about him or mum so I avoid that as much as possible. Sometimes I’d love to though!
That’s great of your mum to respect my wishes. I know mine wouldn’t be able to resist! And yes, photo’s are a dead give away!
I blogged anonymously for a year before I “came out”. I found the cons of it outweighed the pros by far. Even when your name isn’t on things, you’re never really anonymous on the net – tracing someone is so easy a child could do it.
Yep that’s the scary thing. I’ve already had a mini-freak out about the information about me available on the net if you simply google my name, sheesh!
I have one thing in particular I really want to blog about – and ironically my whole family knows about it – they just wouldn’t want to see it in print. Really hard because that’s the whole point of a blog – mine anyway xx
Exactly! x
That’s why I got a real, honest-to-goodness, hard copy journal… because some of the things that go in my head do not need to be shared out loud with anyone, they are just plain hurtful, and not really how I feel, just… thoughts. But I have to get them out of my head, so paper is the way. My husband knows I keep it, but also knows that I keep it because I need to get thoughts out of my head.