The wise Tankboy once told me that if you’re blogging anonymously, you must accept that someday, you will be caught.
And it’s true.
I’ve been caught over and over and over again.
When I first started the blog, I told my mom, a few of my close friends and all my female cousins. So that wasn’t a very strong start into anonymity. As the months passed, I went from anonymous to semi-anonymous to who-are-you-kidding.
This past weekend I advanced to the-jig-is-up.
That’s right! Now not only do most of my friends, family, coworkers and a strong contingent of people-I-don’t-actually-know read my blog, but so do Mister Me’s friends. (Hi Guys!!)
I suspected something was up when I saw a hit from Mister Me’s very small hometown. But then I got distracted, probably by wine, and just chalked it up to one very-alarming coincidence.
Turns out, nope, it was real. I’d been discovered. Months ago.**
Yeah, I almost wet myself.
You know that feeling when you drop your purse and out tumble your tampons and pocket rocket and secret pack of cigs for all to see? You just kind of look at the mess, all panic-stricken, debating whether to deny it or scoop it all up and run away.
That’s kinda what happened to my life.
I mean, I talk about stuff on here. Personal stuff like ex boyfriends and thigh reductions and my incessant need to eat tacos. I’m not pretty on here; I’m real.
When the news reached me, I was too many beers deep to execute on deleting the blog entirely.
Thank goodness, because you know what? Fuck it. This is where I’ve been talking to the world for a long time. And I don’t intend to stop just because a little more of the world is actually reading than I thought.
There’s nothing I would tell most of my friends, family, coworkers and a strong contingent of people-I-don’t-actually-know that I wouldn’t tell Mister Me’s friends. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Now that it’s all out on the open, I guess I can breathe a little easier. Here I am, uncensored and honest. Everyone knows what’s in my spilled purse now; no need to clean it out.
So… the more the merrier. Come, read, judge, drink. That’s what we do around here.
**Luckily for me, I took the high road with Mister Me on our second date. Not only does he know about the blog, he’s read most of the posts written since we started dating.