There is a conversation happening on the interwebs at the moment about the online person versus the real person. I have been watching and reading with interest at Maxabella Loves and Sugar Coat It . It got me thinking about my online persona versus my real life one – is there a difference? If there is, is it on purpose? Do I hide things about myself online? Or, for that matter in person?
And really… all this in real life and online. Seriously, I’m not into the third life, so as far as I’m concerned my online life is, in fact, real.
As much as I have observed - we all of us have masks. We all of us have different personas with different people. Speak, act, do things according to where we are and who we are with. You can deny it. But it’s what happens. It is not a bad thing necessarily. I’m certain the me I am at home at 6am in the morning is not the person a class of 25 children want to face three hours on. I’m sure the me that says take your hand off that and please wash you hands right now, is not the me that would get very far at a 40th birthday party… well not any party I want to be at. The me at the MCG is a sight to behold. The me tearing up in a movie, or a concert may seem a million miles from the person at the football. But all these personas are a part of me. Part of who I am. Just like my online persona is a part of me.
So, my online self, do I edit it? Do I make it better than I really am? Do I make it smarter, more attractive, taller? Not as far as I can tell. I mean, in some photos I am on my tippy toes, but I always do that. My blog was designed by my hubby. He knows me well after all these years. I helped. I wanted feathers, I love feathers. I wanted birds, I love birds. I called it Under the Yardarm, because I have been known to have a drink before the sun hits that supposed magic mark.
I like simple, clean lines, with a bit of hippyness for good measure. I love vintage and new. I have an aversion to clutter. I get cranky when my blog begins to look cluttered. Or my desk. Or the kitchen table for that matter.
I like what I like, and like to be in control. Sometimes buttons, banners, widgets don’t team with the theme… this brings out my OCD. Time, care, considered placement. These things matter to me. Aesthetics are important to me in all I do. Home, dress, work, blog. I hope it shows through.
I like to be a glass half full girl. But to be honest sometimes I am not. Honesty is something I strive for on my blog, so some of my posts are not all sunshine and lollypops. But that is what I am all about, honesty. My honesty. My life. The good, the bad and the down right black dog dark.
The same goes for when I comment, tweet, facebook. I have been doing a lot of learning in the past twelve months. Learning about myself, my perceptions, my mind. So I write, tweet, update, speak as I would like to be written, tweeted, updated, spoken about. Sometimes I forget this. But I am learning. I am trying. I am mindful of words and their flow on effect.
Some of my life is not on public display. I do not name my Hubby or my children. Their life is not mine. The Blue Eyed Boy asked me to take all photos of him off facebook as it was a violation of his privacy. I love him for that. I now do not write about him, or my Green Eyed Girl without permission. Ever.
I rant some days about my political views, my view on humanity and anything in between. I do not expect everyone to agree with me, but I expect that people respect differing opinions. However, I have un followed people for racist remarks and I will continue to do so. The same applies for comments, tweets, updates filled with vitriol.
There are some photos of me on the blog, but not many. Mainly because I do not have many. Some are down right bad, and really, I don’t know a single person who purposely puts bad photos of themselves out there.
I write about my family, my friends, my work, my down time. It’s my voice. My way.
As far as I can see it is the real me. Just in a bloggy format.
So, what about you? Is your online persona the same or different? Do you think it maters? Facebook, Twitter, Blogs, Instagram, anonymous comments, comments with names attached… are you the same or different online?
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