I have written a few blogs.
820 to be precise.
It makes me wonder,
How people who have never met me
I imagine there are two groups –
Those who have met me, friends and family, who from reading, have perhaps gained some insight into who I am beyond or separate to who they thought or think I am
Those who have never met me and have an imagine;
A digital construct,
Streamed directly from the voices inside my head
Through the keyboard
To their cortices.
Does it matter?
Well, what people think of me does and does not matter;
There is the public me – the doctor, for example.
It would be bad if people saw me as a bullying, double-dealing cheat / scoundrel; that wouldn’t seem right – trust me I am a doctor, only, don’t kind of thing;
Then, there is me, the individual separated from that occupational persona.
Heck, I could or at least should be able to be what or who I want.
I’m not that adventurous and I suspect the lines between me as me and me as occupational me and blogger are so thin as to overlap almost entirely.
I don’t have a problem with this.
I remember the Steve Biko book – I think I have mentioned it before; I found it very influential back in the 80’s ‘I write what I like’ – he wasn’t taking any shit. Sure, it didn’t end well for Steve. He did have a legacy.
Do I write what I like?
Mostly that remains inside.
It ping-pongs around my cranium; occasionally waking me at three in the morning.
And, does that matter?
Shouldn’t it be all about self-expression; catharsis?
Primal Scream I hear you shout (naked in the forest).
We are living in times that are far too sober for such shenanigans.
Once upon a time I was wild, now I am tamed.
And this, is who I am.