Monday, May 26, 2008

Anonymous

As a child, I was invisible. I didn't want to be noticed. Being invisible was safe for many reasons. A misfit in a small town learns to hide in order to deflect attention away from themselves. As I matured, I learned that I didn't always need my "invisibility cloak" to protect me. I learned how to make small talk, to initiate a phone conversation, to ask for something in the grocery store.

Ordinary conversation comes naturally to most. Most of the time, conversation is natural for me, and it should be after twenty-five years of learning.

I've been blogging somewhere else for about three years now. I think I'm ready to move on. The old blog site is full of gimmicks - friends, messages, comment ratings - that I really have no use for. I just want to write. I don't care how popular I am.

I won't go so far as to say I don't want anyone to read what I write. I just don't think I want anyone to know the identity of the woman behind the blog. Yet.

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