last night i was out with some friends from high school, having one of our monthly girls’ nights, when i stepped away to take a phone call from my husband. avery (our kitty) has been sick the past few days, and my husband was calling with a health update (he’s doing better. yay!). anyhow, once i was finished with my call and wandered back to my friends, they were talking about something or other online-related. i couldn’t figure it out right away from the context, so i butted in, asking, "what are you talking about? who what?" the answer was, "blogs. mike has one and we were just… do you have a blog?"
and there i stood, like a deer in the headlights. it was somewhat obvious from their tone and the looks on their faces that they thought blogs were kind of weird, and/or they didn’t "get" how or why someone would want to blog, especially "i mean people in their 30s." in that nanosecond i had to decide whether to lie or tell the truth. i think i am generally an exceptionally transparent person, and so i somewhat predictably told the truth. i looked straight at them and said, "um, yes i do."
this led to a discussion of what the heck blogs are for, and what they’re about, and how people would ever have time to write such a thing, and so on and so forth. they weren’t being malicious at all, but i still felt a little goofy. i did my best to explain some of the variety in the blogosphere and i simply said "mine is about veganism." they also asked about whether people can write them anonymously, and i said, "oh yes. mine is, for sure." heh.
there are VERY few people in my in-person network of friends and family who know that i have a blog. my husband, my sister, and i think two friends from grad school. that’s it. and out of those people, only two of them read it. all of the rest of you either know me from the snuggly universe of vegandom, or you found me by accident. i am not very open about my blogging because i kind of like being able to talk about my experiences with family, friends, students, and so on without worrying that my mom or one of my undergrads will stumble across me here. so i really did wonder (in that brief moment) whether i should own up or not. in the end i guess i feel okay about admitting it, mostly because i know they won’t find me, so it still feels like a "safe" space. *considers the fact that i have now totally jinxed myself*