Anonymity

Sometimes I wish that no one I knew in real life read my blog. But I can't decide if that would make my blog more honest and real, or more depressing and whiny, as I'm sure I would be tempted to complain about people more. Regardless, it does sometimes weird me out to know that people who see me in real life read my thoughts here, because it's a different way of knowing me.

It was funny, because my mom made a comment to me today about how much I have changed in the past six months. And I wasn't really sure if I have changed, because the last six months has been really tough and I feel like, at many times, I've been at my worst. What has changed though, is that my mom has been reading my blog about that long. I wonder if that's the difference she sees.

I attended the shabbaton I went to with a friend who is actually the sister of a very close friend of mine. She made a comment about how it was weird to her that I know her family - most of her friends don't. And it's true, it was different interacting with her outside of her family environment. So I wonder if that's the difference that my mom is seeing - she is getting a glimpse of me outside of my family environment, something that she's never been able to do before. And I think that's good.

Still, anonymity does sound enticing at times...