Sayesha's recent post about the "danger" of her blog being found by her folks inspired me to write this. My closest friend G introduced me to the idea of blogging. She was blogging away before I ever started, and I always wondered what the big deal was. Why would anyone want to read about my life? Or I want to read about someone else's? It seemed weird. Then I caught on to it, slowly. Realised the fun potential, and the therapy potential. :) Not to mention exchanging notes and thoughts with fellow-bloggers and commenters. Through all this, I never told G about my blog! (*covers mouth with hand*)
Itna bada dhoka?? After all, she introduced me to it. I used to read her blogs, until I realised she'd rather I not. And I respected that entirely. So when I started writing, I made a lame covert attempt at telling her about it. She, being the tubelight that she is, didn't get it, and I left it at that. I liked my anonymity.
We live in different parts of the world, and catch up with each other once every week or so on the phone. Truth be told, I don't have the most happening life ;). So to make it worth that money of each international phone-call, she gets to hear the most mundane details of my life - like when I stamped on an ant and such. ;) If she were reading my blog, it'd take that joy out of our phone calls. How would I tell her then about my wisdom tooth sagas or the joys of my teaching evaluations? True, we discuss a lot of things that I don't blog about, too, so that's not the only reason. There's also the risk of blogging dominating our conversations if we ever did end up talking about it. I like keeping these worlds separate. I like the fact that nobody in real-life knows about my blog or reads it.
But I can't help feeling those pangs of guilt every now and then. Like when she and I have both commented on a blog, right one after the other! Skeeeeeery. :) Or when she mentions, and then tries to "explain" some blogging funda to me on the phone, me being unaware of the going-ons in the blog world, so to speak...(tee hee).
And like most confessions, the longer you take to make them, the worse it gets. If I didn't tell her when I started writing a blog, how is she going to take it now? After my blog becoming 20-something posts old, and having developed a nice little life of it's own?? And if I don't tell her now, when am I going to tell her????
Now, I can trust y'all to keep a secret, can't I?