"Nowadays, being anonymous is worse than being poor." This wisdom, attributed to a reality show participant, reminds me of my posting with the Salinger quote ("Nobody," February 15, 2010) and in my mirror I see a Puritan, perhaps a prude, who would flop on a reality show, who doesn't like reality shows, or more accurately, who doesn't want to admit he likes reality shows so he ignores them except for a peak around the corner once in a while, knowing if he surrendered they would suck time from worthy endeavors such as composing masterpieces for this blog very few people read and which serves as a motivational tool for an angst-driven middle-aged creative writer wannabe who might be better off fantasizing fiction except he's open-minded enough to recognize much of this blog, like life, is fiction so maybe he isn't a prude or Puritan after all.
"That's a mouthful, prude," says Virginia.
"So you think..." I say.
"No question," says Virginia. "Don't you know a blog is where you're supposed to write things formerly known as secrets everyone until recently kept close, never discussed even with a friend of the same sex?"
"The same what?" I cover my ears.
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