BLURRYFΔCE

“I’m a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I wanna be known by you”

– TWENTY ØNE PILØTS, Goner

It’s a peculiar thing to have some strangers on the internet know you better than anyone else in your life.  To have someone you don’t even know read your most intimate thoughts, your deepest and darkest fears, is just bizarre.  The strangest thing about the whole arrangement is that it isn’t strange, and it feels like it should be.  I mean, that’s got to say something about my intimacy issues, for one thing.  If I can’t trust the people I know, the people I care about with this information, then why am I so eagerly tossing these very personal facts like scraps of meat to an online audience?

There’s definitely the factor of anonymity, of course.  Under my pseudonym, The Modern Leper can rant on about his life without ever being discovered by someone he knows in the so-called “real world” (knock on wood).  I mean, there’s also the fact that I’m not really being discovered by much of anyone, but that’s besides the point.  So long as I’m careful, no one reading this blog will ever be able to connect these ugly words to this ugly face.

But this raises the question: what is it to know someone?  Who really knows me better, if at all?  Is it my readers, who know my most intimate and personal thoughts but wouldn’t be able to pick my face out of a crowd?  Or is it my family, who think they know me, who know me on the surface, but will never read these words?  Do any of them really know me at all?  Can anyone ever truly know anyone as a whole, or do relationships only ever deal in fragments of familiarity, pieces of personality, and incoherent identities?

I don’t really have the answers to any of these questions, but I suspect no one does.  Maybe you just let people in as best you can, and let them do the rest.  There’s only so much you can tell someone before you hit a wall, and it’s up to them to break down that wall and show you that they care enough to go further.  But even then some things never feel quite right leaving your lips, and some secrets stay hidden forever.

But maybe that’s okay.  Maybe the only person that should ever really know you is you.  Your secrets are part of who you are, and to expose yourself fully and completely to anyone and everyone would be to give up your identity and originality.  Life would be no fun if there were no surprises.  People wouldn’t be interesting if you could predict their every move and thought.  And maybe that’s why we give ourselves up in doses, reveal our secrets in portions.  We don’t want to give up that sense of self.  And in some cases, mine included, we fear how they will look at us if we do.

I’m still figuring out who I am, and I’m not sure I want to take anyone else along for that ride.  At least, not completely.  We can make a few pit stops together, and my family will always be there when I need them, but at the end of the day this is a road for one.

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8 thoughts on “BLURRYFΔCE

  1. Once again, you have put into words precisely how I feel. I use an anonymous blog too, as you know, and somehow that enables me to share parts of myself I otherwise wouldn’t feel able to.

    I feel that my creative work more accurately expresses who I am inside than the way I come across to my peers on a daily basis, and yet the vast majority of the people who think they know me best have shown very little interest in it. Strange, this notion of closeness.

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    1. Exactly! This was one of the reasons I severed ties with my old friends: I felt as though they never really knew me for who I was, and more than that they didn’t care to.
      Obviously your case is probably not as severe as that, not to mention there were other reasons as well, but the point being I still find myself questioning what it really is to know someone.
      One theory that always sort of stuck with me was that of the “multiple selves”, in which we have different personalities for different social settings in our lives: school, family, work, etc. I’m starting to ramble so I’ll stop there, but perhaps I’ll write another post about it later.

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      1. I think of it as having multiple facets of the same self, which cannot all be shown at the same time… Or else something akin to the ego self which we use to interact externally, and a sort of inner self which runs much deeper.

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  2. Every once in a while, I’ll cringe when I realize that I’ve just let the cat out of the bag on my blog about something I consider very personal. Then I remember that, much like you, I seem to attract people to my blog on the very basis of their not being my friends or family members and therefore, it doesn’t matter. And as Matt Johnson (a/k/a The The) once chanted ad nauseum: “How can anyone know me when I don’t even know myself?”

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    1. It’s a liberating feeling not having to hide the things you’ve kept bottled up for years. Great quote, and exactly my point. I’m gradually beginning to realise that we’re all just stumbling around in the dark, grasping for support. We spend so long trying to get others to know us that we forget to know ourselves.

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