In this latest attempt at a record of events, I chose anonymity for several reasons. Although our friends and loved ones can keep our supposed deepest, darkest secrets, they exude this suffocating effluence of expectations, as though the better they think they know us, the more self-generated pieces of "fact" get filed in their memory register of who we are. This is why we hear people saying things like, "I wouldn't have ever thought you were the kind of person who would [think/do/say ______]". This brings me to the second reason for anonymity: no one who is not anonymous on the World Wide Web is honest, not by a long shot. I've never been able to write with complete honesty knowing who's reading and what they do and don't expect from me.
Then again, if anyone REALLY wanted to know something about me, they could just enter in my email address and search with it, but something tells me that that is unlikely. No, that was not just self pity, that was honesty.
