My Multiply site is prettier: The background really is my house. The photo really is my face. I come and go as I well please, but I never do so in disguise. Some people do. On Multiply, I mean. At first I was only mildly curious about that fact. Eventually I found it offensive.
I have been enjoying Facebook. Because I really do *know* the people I network with there. They can't pretend to be somebody they aren't.
But most of them are not writers. My Multiply friends are writers. I suppose that's why some of them pretend. They think they can write themselves into a better story or something. Okay, so be it. Just leave me out of your fiction, okay?
Rani Kaye is angry with Kira for not being herself. (Apparently.) For not waiting in her own skin for a better moment. For manufacturing things and blowing things out of proportion, and creating Drama in my peaceable kingdom, I guess.
Well, I guess that's as far down the self-analysis trail as I'm going to go on this fair night. It is nearly 1 AM. And I am writing, or at least journaling again. Maybe all I'll do is journal for a while. I've got my blog set to private. When I write myself back out into the public domain, I'll share what I choose to share.
I like my Multiply page very much though. It most certainly is my very own home -- a home part of my life and my world.
Hi, Meirav!
ReplyDeleteNext blog is the last of the journal-type blogs. After reading that, you'll pretty much know what happened to my blog-o-spherific self.
Reading your blogs inspires me, though. I am also now down to just a few, pretty much trusted friends here on Multiply -- people who, even though I may not have met you in person, really behave in a genuine manner.
Proud to be your online friend, girl. Rani
yes, it's tricky to get this balance, but I so value the real friendships I have found here. There are people I've never met out there but whose friendship goes deeper than some who would say they know me...
ReplyDeleteI guess that's why it hurts when one of those people lets us down - we choose to trust someone and find they're not trustworthy. And those of us who value each and every friendship and who don't go in for accumulating long lists, for us each one matters.
I'm glad I was right about you.