Huh?

Why do I blog anonymously, someone once asked -- because he couldn't find my blog. Well, its because I hate to Facebook-ize a blog. People think that every creative work is a literal one. That if you post a story about unrequited love, you are in the throes of it. If you post that you are disappointed people think its a status message. Geez.

Anonymity allows me a bit of creative freedom. I post a memory and I don't have people clucking over my recent act of stupidity that is so unbecoming of the likes of me (in my real life, I'm allegedly pretty respectable). I can empathize with someone and internalize their feelings, write about great loves and not have to worry about people wondering, who the hell is she talking about? Do we know him? Worse, I don't have ex-boyfriends peering into this and thinking, was that about me? She's still hung over me? Oh please, get over yourself. Hah. Even worse, present boyfriends may bring these up in a moment of pettiness and it won't be a pretty sight.

In short, anonymity provides me with a measure of freedom, the kind that novelists have. People don't parse their novels thinking he or she must have a had a depraved childhood. My short stories do not contain clues to my personality, and my essays are usually about what I think, rather than what I have been through myself.

I love the internet.