The Hope Neuron

So! Other blog is starting out on its wobbly little feet and I feel pretty good about it. One thing that I’ve been contemplating is whether or not I want to put up a real picture of me somewhere. Well, not somewhere, with the bio, I guess.

I’m not really asking anyone but myself this question, since it is ultimately my choice. I just wanted to look a little at the choice. I know people live their lives online a lot these days, and plenty of people have their faces attached to their work. I guess I’m just a little intimidated by the idea of being undeniably public about my writing and my blog.

Locally public, to be exact. If you see my face, I’m kind of made, aren’t I? I mean, at that point, I might as well put a link to my blogs on facebook, right? Now I don’t know that many people, but it still seems like a safety hazard somehow. I have this dread of posting completely as myself and having it result in someone tracking me down. Why would anyone bother? I have no idea.

The other thing, I guess, is that any family members that don’t know what I write about will instantly have access to all the things that I write about. The idea of that makes me cringe. I don’t know, I have this vision in my head of an aunt or uncle reading my content and going “I thought she was a nice girl…” And being totally disappointed in me. It’s probably more paranoid than anything else. Why would people who actually care about me be that harsh? And if they don’t care about my feelings, what does it matter what they think?

Questions, questions.

I can hear my dad’s voice in my head going NO, DON’T. DON’T DO IT. But to be honest, that might be the voice of past-dad looking out for his young daughter. Present-dad might be fine with it. I am an adult, after all. (Despite conflicting evidence.) So maybe there’s not such harm in it as I’m imagining.

I’m still undecided.