I Am the Real …

There is a question doing the rounds (#FPQ thanks, Fandango – I couldn’t resist this one):

“Is there a ‘blogging-you’ who is different from the real-world you? If so, how are the two ‘yous’ different? How has the ‘blogging-you’ evolved since you first started blogging?”

I will read it as – is there a real you? Is that real you anywhere within what you write or show in ze blog? (see, can’t take it seriously.)

I am, I said, and therefore, I am what I say I am – at that point in time.

Weird, isn’t it?

No. Not at all. If you know me, you also know I went through quite a lot of my life with foster kids (a lot of them, and mostly teenagers) and foster animals, and that we moved around a lot in order to stay safe from the ‘baddies’. I had a lot of different jobs, learned skills on the run, did things I doubt I would’ve been able to dream up for a novel!


Because we are who we are in that moment based on what we need to be to survive, to thrive, to learn, to get, to do, to become. We are who we are only for that short spec of time that is the moment.

Anything else is a mask we see when we look at the surface of self.

I am only the me I need to be for this moment, and the next moment may be a new me – based on every other me I’ve ever been!

That’s who I am, whether blogging or not. As real as a multi-faceted, multiple-personality human being can be. Me!


Cheers. Enjoy the day, the week, the month – but especially this very moment!

That applies in life and in blog – and in story.


17 thoughts on “I Am the Real …

    • I like the term, “shape-shifters” very much because we can look the same but be very different in our personality. And on the other hand, we can change images, but be the same people over and over again. I think I have found my soul sister or brother in this topic.

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      • Thanks for chiming in, Anne. The real-life idea of having control over – and shifting – our “self” is turning out to be one of the themes of the story, as well as the idea that our outer appearance doesn’t always reflect who we are on the inside. It’s a fun topic to play around with. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂 Happy New Year!

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  1. I am always me in name, but I have many different people I can be at any given time. As someone who has gently crossed the divide of being a senior and having lived some 77 good and not-so-good years, it seems as though I have lived many very different lives. And in fact I have.

    I was thinking, though, that even a person who is putting on a mask is in a sense really the same person beneath the mask. The only thing that changes is when we use a different name, but all of the parts we can assume are but parts of our inner self.

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  2. I remember in high school always wondering who I was and wondering what people thought of me. At some point I stopped wondering. Not because suddenly I knew who I was. It was more that it didn’t matter. When I used to ask people who they thought I was everybody’s answer was different. I realized that part of it was I was different with different people. If someone was very talkative, I didn’t talk as much. If someone was very quiet, I talk too much. If I spend too much time alone, I talk a lot (a lot!) but if I spend too much time with people, I pull back and become quiet. I am shy going into a new situation. I am outgoing in a place I feel I know. Something in me seeks balance so I teeter tatter back and forth too much until I reach a point of balance. Then something changes the balance and it starts again. The “person” I define as most “me” isn’t really the one that is the most “me” but really the “me” I’d prefer to be most of the time. Blows a razzberry at the shy and quiet me in the corner. Waves frantically at the me dancing laughingly away — too bad the knees can’t dance like that any more. Sighs. Everything changes. Settles into the computer chair and finds the woman in the middle tapping away.

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    • I think I like those ‘you’ I’ve ‘met’ – especially the dancing you; in my dreams I can dance, in my stories are pieces of my life, but not as it was lived, only as it was felt – like a dance is felt in the heart first, then the body.

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      • like parallel lives — you see a fragment before it goes off in a different direction. Perhaps in our dreams and in our stories, we touch for an instant with our parallel selves. Read somewhere that time and parallel universes all exist at the same time but we only think we live in a straight line. So our baby self, our young self, our future self and present self all exist in this moment now.

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  3. I didn’t intend to answer so long. I kind of started thinking about it a bit. What I also wanted to say was the essence I liked in what you wrote is the sense of you being comfortable in evolving. There is an openness towards change and a sense that a person (you/people) can both change and be the same at the same time. I liked that.

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