Last week I made some redroom blog entries that were discovered by a very nosey family member, who took offense and made comments that I did not appreciate. It never occurred to me that she would find my blog, even though I had made it public. What does she know of writing, blogging, and redroom? Nothing, that's what! Until she google-stalked me and found me here.
I bet my future inheritance that right now she is sifting through these blog pages, trying to find me, googling my name and all of its various spellings, including maiden and middle names, cursing me for asking for space and better boundaries, dying to still envelop herself inappropriately in my precious life.
Despite her invasive tactics, I have a lot to share with the world and I want to keep a public blog going; hence, my new identity as secretagentwoman, your undercover blogger gone wild with the new taste of freedom in anonymity. Secret, yet free as a bird to soar on ideas of creativity and to heal personal and family wounds. Eat your heart out, Jonathan Livingston Seagull... you think you could soar high?
Ahhhh... jumping into the pool of freedom- free thought and expression- after broiling on the coals of the family fire... why it's invigorating and refreshing! I am ready to skinny dip under the crescent moonlight night into the cool blue lake of independence of thought. I need to soak my feet in the creek of flowing free form ideas, float down the green river of universal shared experiences, and toss myself over the cascading waterfall of stream of consciousness writing.
Goodbye to the oppressor of my intimate thoughts! Aurevoir, sorceress of selfishness and dark ideas, smothering me with your promises of future large inheritances while demanding my allegiance. Hasta Lavista controlling leash on freedom of personal expression. I'll take the guilt and your hearty accusations of abandonment again someday, but for now I'll be kid-in-the-candy-shop happy about knowing there is very little chance you'll ever read this. I give it about 1/100 chance you'll find me here again. After all, you are not google-spying on me, right?
Hello endless hours of writing with no point and perhaps little reward. Greetings to ideas about blogging topics popping into my head randomly at all hours and during mundane tasks like work, sleep, and exercise! Glad to meet you boundless access to free speech! Hugs all around to those who will reply with meaningful and snarky comments. I'll take it all -and of course flag you as inappropriate if need be...just like I did to her last week!
I feel like a pilgrim or pioneer, ready to navigate into new worlds without fear of persecution. Oh wait, a moment of doubt... do I have the right gear with me to make the journey? No matter; life is full of risks and some are worth taking.
I am secretagentwoman and
Personal Disclaimer: This is a true work of fiction; any and all characters mentioned here within are strictly made-up and have no relation to real life persons, subjects, and objects. Yes, gazing into my magic mirror, I can honestly say I am not talking about you, or you, or you, romper room kids.