Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Me You See May Not Be The Real Me

Gif: Silence of the Lambs
There are such things as over-sharing, over-emoting, and over doing it. There are also such things as best behavior, best foot forward, and the best of you.  That last one may actually be a Foo Fighters song.

Here at the bordello, we've written and spoken extensively about the positive results of positive public interactions--from social media to conventions; online and real world.  The short of it is: be nice, be pleasant, and be professional. Oh, and don't feed the trolls. And good hygiene is important.

Those are the underpinnings of my public persona.

Guess what. I'm not always nice, pleasant, remotely professional, or in something fresh from the wash. Shocking, I know,  I know. At any given time what you see could be a stark contrast to what's really going on with me.

Why? My sense of humor vacillates between that of a twelve year old boy and an erudite septuagenarian. It doesn't always translate well. When I'm tired or frustrated, I am exceptionally curt. Sarcasm is strong within me, and it's taken years to temper my innate viciousness. Usually, it's not my intention to offend and I don't tend to take offense easily. I know too well the tastes of crow and my foot. My default expression? It's not what it seems. I suffer from RBF (Resting Bitch Face).

Does that make my public persona disingenuous?

Nope. 'Cause I'm not feral. I'm an adult member of society with a strong sense of self. The public is not responsible for my emotional well-being nor am I responsible for theirs. I choose to engage in the social contract of pleasantness regardless of my private crazy. Frankly, I don't do public in search of burdens to bear, and I don't think anyone else does either.

Rest assured, should we ever meet online or offline: I'm a nice person, even if I seem reserved. I believe happiness is a choice and smiles are underutilized. I'm not wondering if you taste great with Chianti and fava beans.

If I have something in my teeth, be a sport and let me know, eh? I'd do the same for you.


  1. "My sense of humor vacillates between that of a twelve year old boy and an erudite septuagenarian."
    AWESOME. Yep, you're a writer. (: