Something I fear but know occurs is that if somebody finds my blog or reads it, they will come away with a conclusion of who I am.
That is the most dangerous, erroneous thing one can do while perusing blogs.
My blog is a tool for procrastination, a place for personal inspiration, and a biased synopsis of my personal life events, shrouded by whatever lies I choose to toss in or events I choose to omit. It is something that is created by me, and it is a part of me, I suppose, but if you were to form any sort of conclusion of me based from this URL, you would be sorely mistaken. It is a mere detail of my life, not a true or accurate representation of me.
As a blogger and somebody who avidly reads blogs, I have encountered this problem a lot. I end up imagining my favorite bloggers as having perfect boyfriends, perfect bell-jar whiskey recipes, cardigan collections, and camera angles. Then, I have to step back and think: No. False. That is not possible, and the conclusions I am drawing are inappropriate.
Something I will admit to doing is gilding my blog. Why? For the simple reason that I can. I choose to pick out my flaws, my disdain, my selfishness, my erroneous thoughts and the cynicism I often feel, leaving you with this much “nicer” portrait of me, partially curated by myself. However, it’s not accurate. It’s a slanted truth, a biased created by a person who has no clue what they’re doing more oft than not.
Guess what? I’m allowed to do that. I have every right to engage in this behavior, and so I have, do, and will continue to do so.
(The image above though does sort of represent who I wish I was: A jewel-tone wearing vixen reclining somewhere listening to a scratchy tune).