Saturday, December 8, 2012

squirm with me, friends

as I regale you with a tale of such splendid awkwardness, that I may just resist any kind of human interaction for a little while.

I had the opportunity to meet a lovely (much admired by me) blogger in the reals, recently. It happened that the only other human I know in this place came past with her lovely little bub in pram, accompanied by her mum's group pal and pram. I was introduced to mum's group pal, polite conversation ensued.

But I didn't introduce lovely blogger and lovely friend. Because I am a dork. A dork who writes a blog. A blog that her friends and family don't know about. Because it's dorky. And I'm a dork. And I couldn't bring myself to say I met this gorgeous person through my blog. Not introducing these two lovely ladies did no justice to the amount of admiration I have for both their awesomeness, but my dorkiness won out on the day. I am better on paper.
Homobloggerus, in her natural social habitat, is less awkward.

Do your real humans read your stuff? My darling told me the other day that when he is having a rough day, he hops on the blog to look through our babies in the Portrait Project. That made me happy. But why am I hesitant to share this place with friends and family? I'm not super cagey about it, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it once or twice, but I'm not sending them notifications either. I think maybe I feel a bit protective and precious about this space and community. You know that moment when two different circles of your friends (say, old school pals and new work mates) meet? Awkward. And dorky-awkward served with a side of stubborn-and-don't-need-anybody is quickly turning into a big plate of hermit!

Thank goodness it's summer, bringing with it the opportunity for casual get-togethers, socially drinking at sunset and public bikini wearing.

Shit.

15 comments:

  1. I'm terrified of introducing people. I'm bound to get it wrong. Normally I have to do it two or three times because no one hears me the first time, then I get flustered and rush it... and by the third time I'm messing up the names of people I've known since primary school!
    I'm glad I'm not alone in my social-awkwardness!
    (Beautiful photo! Your little girl is adorable!)

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  2. Hehe, the blogosphere is a funny place. I told a few people about my blog, and aside from my immediate family, I now wish I didn't. I feel I hold back now, nervous of what certain people will think. Sigh, can't change it now, they all know the link! xx

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  3. hehe TOTALLY GET IT! I am a bit of a closet blogger too, some friends and family know, many do not. and you are so right about two circles of friends meeting - it is totally awkward! and the blogging world is very different to *real* friendship circles - many people just don't GET blogging or why people do it - even some friends - so why make it more awkward than it needs to be by shuving it in everyone's faces..? I am sure your bloggy and normal friend totally understood :) x

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  4. I think most of my friends and family know about my blog...and even though they have all been supportive and even encouraging, it can be awkward!
    I try not to think about them reading my blog...when I do I feel all squirmy inside.

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  5. Yep I am a total dork too. I have two good friends who read my blog and who use it to keep up with what I am up too. They both pay out on me about the vintage sheets too by the way. There are also two school mums who I told early on that I wish I didn't. They never comment if they are reading it or not and it is a teensy bit awkward. Some of my family read it too (wish they didn't), now I just try very hard to pretend no one is reading it except fellow vintage sheet lovers! mel x

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  6. I totally get this. I haven't told any of my family or friends about my little blog. Most of them not being thrifty, crafty, simple living people I just think it be a bit awkward.
    x

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  7. Oh I totally get this too. There are not many friends or family members for that matter that know I blog, they just wouldn't get it and I really can't be bothered with explanations.
    The friends who do know and read are bloggers themselves who I have met in real life :)
    x

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  8. I'm super-happy for complete strangers to read my blog... real lifers not so much! They all know about it though, and tons read it. I try not to think about it. It's WEIRD!

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  9. I TOTALLY get this! A lot of my 'real life' friends do know about my blog - but sometimes I wish they didn't... I sometimes feel like - my blog is all 'look at me/ my cute kids/ stuff I make etc... I must think I'm awesome' type of thing - or at least I worry thats how some of my real life friends about it must view me! But at the end of the day, I'm probably just being silly and who really cares anyway? Such a well written post

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  10. He he he, this did make me laugh. I feel a bit the same. I get very shy telling new people, though all my old people know. Ironically, the stuff that is most well-received on the blog is the stuff I'm most nervous about my friends/family reading, stupidly because it's usually the most personal stuff. Strange ways, strange ways. x

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  11. I tend not to talk about my blog to friends, more two friends I've made through my blog. As we've said they tend to understand it more, that it's not dorky, that you really choose those connections based on similar interests and ideas rather than just circumstance. MY husband once mentioned to a work colleague that I had a blog and they've been reading ever since, which I find so uncomfortable as it's not for people that know but don't know me. MY parents and family overseas read, which I'm fine with. I think I would introduce blog friends just as friends - unless the question was asked "so how do you know..." then I'm not sure what I'd say!

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