Jane Doe Comes to Town

Ahh, the freedom of anonymity. With a place as big as the web, you can hide in any virtual nook and cranny you can find away from the prying eyes of those who know you.

Had a blog before on Friendster but after a couple of entries, it bugged me that every time I shared a little bit of myself, everyone in my list would be notified of it. It just screamed for attention when that was the last thing that I wanted.

I wear a lot of hats, you see. No, I don't have multiple personality disorder, just in case you were wondering but I am someone else for certain groups of people. Sometimes I am someone they look up to. Sometimes I am someone they rely on and they can lean on. Sometimes I am someone who writes poignant essays that they expect the same calibre of writing every time I publish. Sometimes I'm the hotshot lady lawyer that gives advice to the downtrodden and carries their torches for them. Sometimes I'm the older sister that has everything down pat.

Then again, sometimes I'm just weak. And I need a place where I can lay down my armor in the quiet and acknowledge that I'm scared, anxious, uncertain, frustrated and angry. Or give away the fact that cheap thrills sometimes make my day.

In other words, I need sanctuary from the familiar. And here in this virtual city which is neither here nor there, I will try to find it.