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Here’s a fun (not really) fact about me.

I don’t mention ever that I write/have a blog. I mean not officially anyway. Like I don’t really go around talking about it. It’s not that I think they would be surprised to find out that I do write because clearly on some level I like words (what with the English degree) and I’m known to read a lot, but they don’t know.

And it’s not even like I’m trying to keep it a secret or anything, because I’m not. That would be ridiculous. But it’s just not something I bring up. I think it’s because in some way this blog is a form of catharsis for me and it coming with a wonderful community is just  by product. Also, even though my face is attached to it and everything (through choice) there is a sense of anonymity attached to it.

I know there are people that I know in my actual life and see on a semi regular basis (aka daily) that have read some stuff on here and that’s fine. I mean I told them about it, like I said it’s not a secret and if you ask about it then I’ll tell you no problem, I’m proud of this little corner of the internet I’ve created. But there is something a little bit odd about knowing that someone I know has read something on here. If only because the person I am in life is slightly different to the person that I am in here. Not hugely because creating that much of a persona is insane and sounds exhausting.

But, I ramble a lot more about things on here that I love and get in depth into this, especially when it comes to books, which you can’t really do in person because sometimes people get bored. Also, the only way for me to become a better writer is to actually write and so doing this (this being blogging) helps with that. And my actual creative writing pieces are very much all over the place and can give you a slight insight into my mind. Doing it all on here is just easier. It’s a form of experimentation for me. An outlet.

I don’t really know if this post had a point, it’s just the other day someone I work with noticed me making a slight amendment to a post (because proof reading properly sometimes still alludes me) and asked me about it and it dawned on me that I don’t necessarily mention it at all. But then once they got me started on it I talked about it for ages (it wasn’t that long really, like 2 minutes). And then it made me think about the way I interact with my blog and with my life (not that they aren’t the same, but in my head this sentiment makes sense) and how they don’t necessarily correlate in the way that you would expect.

I don’t know, it just something that I’ve been thinking about since the back end of last week and why I’m still mostly fine to talk and ramble about shit on here but then I won’t draw attention to it to some people in my actual life and why that is.

Am I the only one who finds that I do this? Happily upkeeps a blog and talks about it when it comes up organically or whatever, but doesn’t openly talk about it otherwise?

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