How are you? I’m blogging a lot recently, making up for last week’s disappearance, and next week, when i’m away from Tuesday to Friday.
I guess this only applies to anonymous bloggers, although if I’ve missed a scenario in which this could apply to non-anonymous [try and say that if you’re really tired] bloggers, do let me know. Being an anonymous blogger myself, I want to talk about an experience I’m currently going through.
But I can’t talk about it…
I’m ridiculously excited and equally shitting myself about something I’ve got to do in the next few weeks. It’s an opportunity that I couldn’t have dreamed for, because it’s so unlikely to happen that it’s just crazy. But it is happening – a date, I can give.
Monday, 7 March.
What is it? I can’t say. If I even gave away some details, it would be all too easy for someone to find out who I really am. Sure, maybe at some point I’ll compose a really secretive post giving what info I can, or maybe I’ll write about it all, in the hope that you guys respect me enough not to go hunting for my identity. I don’t know, but right now, just know that I’m beyond excited.
But the feeling of not blogging…
It’s like being deprived. No, it’s like… Oh my God I’m seriously mesing this up. It’s like having a best friend, but you can’t tell them something, and you’re dying to tell them, but you know that if you do, they’ll find out some horrible secret about you.
I’ve told you guys so much about me, but nothing of particular importance – heck, you don’t even know my name! But over the last nearly-four-months [has it only been four months?], it’s like this blog is my closest friend – the friend that I wished I had. You’re my closest friends, because if we ever met in real life, you’d know nearly as much about me as, well, me. And yet the one thing that I’m dying to tell you – nope. I can’t. It’s some kind of cruel world that I live in now, but what’s crueller is that I’m restraining myself from telling you. It’s not someone else saying: “You can’t tell them”. It’s me. And that’s awful.
Sorry. I now feel like I’ve teased you, but seriously, this feeling… As I say, maybe I’ll write about this some time, maybe not. I don’t know.