I really love being anonymous. It's like I'm invisible. Actually, I do sometimes feel invisible, but at those times I don't feel anonymous, just invisible. You know, like when you've been sitting at a table in a restaurant for ages and still haven't seen the menu, whilst next to you someone who arrived later is already eating? Slight exaggeration there of course, but you get the idea. Anyway, anonymous. I like it. Not that I need to be, since I'm not in the least bit famous, or even well-known. Not that I have ever done anything to be well-known for. How much fun it must be to be famous and be anonymous in a place such as blogland. I can't help wondering if anyone famous does actually have a blog like this, and I have actually read it. Highly unlikely, I imagine.
I sometimes wonder if I should cast off this cloak of anonimity and just write as myself. Would someone I know come up to me in the street and say, I like what I read in your blog the other day? Unlikely. Actually, it is quite tempting, but I do so like to be someone who isn't me. Well, I am me, of course, and everything I write about does happen to me, but maybe it's all written in a slightly different manner than if I wasn't anonymous. And sometimes I have written more about how I feel and what I have done than I would if I wasn't anonymous. The problem with this anonimity lark, is that I tend to be reticent when it comes to revealing myself where I really should. What is all that about? I think maybe there is some cause for concern here. I do sometimes fear I am getting very strange. But on the other hand, I once had a virtual stalker, and I'm really glad I didn't let him know who I was. I think I'll carry on in this vein a little longer. Or forever. Maybe.

Actually, if anyone has recognised me, I'd love to know. Only do email me. Don't blog it in a comment.