At the weekend someone was talking to me about my blog.
This persons perspective on it was that they would like to know more about me and less about how clever I am.
I was watering the garden this morning mulling it over and this is the conclusion that I came to-
In a post Big Brother age it seems that everyone wants to know every other persons faults and foibles.
Do we really need to put our whole selves out there all the time? And anyway none of us are 1 dimensional. Like diamonds there are many facets to one personality. People also change according to others around them. If they are comfortable and at ease they may be more open. If they are intimidated or uncomfortable they may go mute or pretend to be more confident than they are
Some people think I’m funny, others think I have no sense of humour whatsoever. Some people enjoy my company, others couldn’t think of anything more excruciating than having to have a conversation with me.
Does anyone truly know another person? I think not.
I have barely got to know myself.
I think there are only four people in the world who I could say know me well and that is only through years of shared experiences, implicit trust and knowing that I will never be judged or judge them unfairly.
Like Madonna we are all constantly reinventing ourselves, from one of the boys, to over-confident and annoying, to under confident and mute, to mother to whatever else is next.
For me blogging and social media are not the places to bare my soul. It feels likes a Faustian pact. I’ll save that for only the closest of friends.
The clue is in the title.
Mrs Blythin Makes.
I make stuff, none of it is clever or difficult and none of it is of any great quality. But I enjoy it, and I enjoy writing, it is a medium I am comfortable in.
It is a bonus that people actually read it. But I think I would write even if no one did.