Secret World

I have been spending a lot of time on Facebook lately. People fall out of worm holes, into my friends list and certain themes keep coming up. We who participate in the grand social experiment, get in the habit of summarising our lives into neat little paragraphs. The pictures all support the axiom that we are together, happy, and successful.

*See, here I am with my kids. See here I am in front of my Harley. This is my perfect wife and I, in an exotic locale. See all this supports the facade that I am awesome. You can tell I am awesome by how hard I am smiling.*

Then the emails go back an forth and the holes start to form. The pieces held by duct tape, start to loose their rigidity. The divorces, the first love they never got over, the dreams they never pursued. These things well up in the flock, and drive them to the computers, for Internet group therapy. We send flares into the void of cyberspace, in the vague hope that someone, anyone will see it, answer the call, and at least for a few minutes listen and understand, in ways the real people in our lives cannot.

I am a disciple of this behavior, and I offer this blog as evidence. It was a place I could tell the stories I can't get out in real life. It easier for me to be myself with spell check, photo shop and a little lag time between brain and mouth. It is impossible for me to be the way I am here, in real time. So I must count myself among the other faithful, looking for redemption. I am in line with the masses, hoping to be understood by those that aren't in my real life, and to show another side of the coin to those who are.

I think it says a lot about the world we live in that we have to go to these lengths to be understood. We all have a need to be seen, good, bad or indifferent for who we really are, or more likely who we think we are, or in my case, who I'd like to be more often. Even if the premise is pathetic, we must acknowledge the great creative outcome of these digital playgrounds.

A few things have come along in the last ten years that may have saved me from my eminent destruction. The opportunity to manage a few rock bands. The purchase of my first mountain bike, all the places it took me, the friends it gave me, and the demons it helped me outrun. Finally this blog, which has allowed me to scribble and find a few of you that liked watching me shoot my home movies onto this virtual page. It has been one of the coolest creative things I have ever tried, and I thank you all for the feed back and the great blogs you write. How I got through the days without them or you, I have no idea.


THANKS, YOU DAMN BASTARDS!!!!!


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