‘ve never been a fan of anonymity. Never been my thing. I don’t say a whole lot, mind you. But when I do, I sign my name to it. I’ll get things wrong. I’ll change my opinion. So be it. I don’t need to hide behind anonymity to converse.
And I don’t mind when people go anonymous. It obviously became hugely popular with the internet. I once administered a message board. Before sites like Facebook emphasized real name usership. When we launched, I tried to set the standard by using my real name. Tried to show users that, because the board was new, they didn’t have to be saddle with some second tier username. You didn’t have to be Jenny1985. You could just be Jenny. But nobody bit. Not one. Because Jenny was already Jenny1985, that was her online identity.
The safety of anonymity. Some would argue the internet is amok with it. On one hand, you can speak the truth. Or the truth as you see it. On the other hand, who the fuck are you, you chickenshit anonymous douchebag?
It comes down to accountability.
I began this blog for two reasons. One, I want to keep a record of this potential career path I’m on.
Two, I figured I’d make this record public. Everything I didn’t learn by trial and error, I learned by searching the web. So I wanted to add my experiences to the collective consciousness. It’s also not a bad way to see what stories resonate with readers. This is a memoir in the making after all. Thirty years from now when I’m retired in my gold plated mansion signing my book deal, my editing will be all taken care of.
I chose anonymity. I did so so that I could be honest. Tell the stories that I’ve held off telling. See I’ve got other outlets. Social media; even another blog. But in those venues I’m identified. Therefore my relationships are identified. And it’s not that my aim is to defame anybody here. Only that I think some of the greatest cautionary tales are never told to spare feelings. And I’ve got some pretty good tales.
I’m hoping the down side isn’t going to be too hard to bear. That any relationships sprung from this blog will always be limited by my anonymity.
As for accountability, if I were you I wouldn’t believe a damn word of any of this. It may turn out to be interesting, we’ll have to see. But the fact is, whatever I report here will never be able to be accounted for. It could all be fiction for all you’ll ever know. Does that diminish its value? Welcome to accountability in the 21st century.