you are more than a pretty face, a 3.9gpa, big breasts, muscles, a big brain...etcetera

The notion of the re-invented self is very much alive in livejournals, xangas, facebooks, myspaces, blogs and what not. Who are we trying to be by writing in these things, pressing enter and throwing it to the wolves, I mean the world? I remember why I started this, but I am not sure if it still remains that. If I read this, and I wasn’t me, I would have a set opinion on who I would be, AI the author, the narrator. Truth is, I am not this blog, the blog is me, but I am not this blog. I worry [feel sorry more like it] for the person that looks at these entries and says ‘this is how -insert my name- is.’

I just took off on a tangent:

If I read this, and I wasn’t me, many things would happen. If I was a guy, I would say, this person is a loser. If I was a girl, I would say, this guy is a wimp I would never date him in a million years. [Rationalizing this into gender oversimplifies this to my purpose]. I worry [feel sorry more like it] for the person that looks at these entries and says ‘this is how -insert my name- is, wow he is –insert overgeneralization-‘

We are so much more you and I.

We are so much.

I am not this blog.

I am many things.