“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
- Oscar Wilde

Dear friend (whoever you are),

Do you think this quote is true? Do you really believe we are most ourselves when we aren’t?

Think about it, Dear Friend, sometimes people get “trapped” in expectations and in images and mirages they set up for people to see. Sometimes people try to fit themselves into something they aren’t and can’t break out. But why can’t they break out, Dear Friend?

People are often sometimes scared to be themselves. They don’t want people to judge them, or think bad about them, or say mean things about them. Because really, people are mean.

But with a mask, Dear Friend, some people can be themselves. When people don’t already know you, it’s the perfect time to “start over” and be your real self. And these people, who never knew you without your mask, can’t judge you like the others can or would. Then again, they still might. But at least you were really yourself, at least you tried.

Dear Friend, are you really yourself? Or are you just pretending to be you for fear of what others might say?

Dr. Seuss has some words for you:

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
- Dr. Seuss

I love this quote. Be yourself and say what you really think. Because the people that will judge you, they don’t matter, they -shouldn’t – matter, their opinion means nothing. And the people who’s opinions count, they will accept you for who you are.

Now Dear Friend, maybe you really are yourself, maybe you’ve never pretended. And I applaud you for that (and greatly admire). I tried to avoid saying things like “all people” and making assumptions, because all people are different. And I’m sure you, my Dear Friend, are very different than me. But I hope I gave you something to think about.

Until next time,
Anonymous Writer

Original Thoughts?

Dear Friend (whoever you are),

I do not think I’m going to be posting too often. This year is much more demanding than last. There are days when it seems like all I do is school, work, sleep.

Which brings me to what I want to say today, how much do you actually THINK? I’m not talking about at school, where you’re (usually, Dear Friend, should be) thinking about the subject you’re being taught. Not when you’re watching TV, then you’re focused on the show. Not when you’re at work, thinking about work. That’s not original thinking, and I’m talking about original thoughts. Original thoughts.

How many original thoughts, not put there by someone else, do you really have in one day?
Are there days when all you do is follow the pattern? When all you do is think thoughts someone else put in your head? When all you do is school, work, sleep?

Sometimes it seems the only original thoughts I really have are right before I go to bed. And that, Dear Friend, is a very scary though.

What happens when NO ONE actually THINKS? (Or at least when the majority do not think.) What will we do then, Dear Friend, when all everyone does is follow everyone else and think what they want others to think. What then. Dear Friend, what then?

Keep on thinking.

Until next time,
Anonymous Writer.

SMACK quote

Dear friend, (whoever you are)

Last post I talked about “enchanting” people. Then I came across a passage in another book I really liked (the passage, not the book. Not saying the book was bad, just that I haven’t finished it yet). The book was SMACK by Melvin Burgess and this is what it said:

“Did you ever see someone and think straightaway, I want to be that person? I want to look like her and think like her and have the same effect as she does…you know? This girl—nothing mattered to her. All the rules, all the things you do do and don’t do, the manners, everything—she had none of that. If she didn’t like it she just didn’t do it. If she did it, it was good. She didn’t have to be offered anything; it was already hers. She was more herself than anyone else ever was and as soon as I clapped eyes on her I knew I wanted to be myself just as much as she was herself.”

Now that girl, she was an enchanting person, dear friend, and I quiet enjoyed reading that passage about her (she already enchants me, as the reader).

Until next time,
Anonymous Writer

P.s. I’d like to say that I don’t own SMACK and I don’t necessarily support or approve of anything in the book, or the girl described above’s decisions. I just liked the quote.

Enchanting

Dear friend, (whoever you are)

I’d like to start out with saying I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything more this past week. Dear friend(s?), I did not get the impression you missed me terribly, but I thought I’d apologize all the same. I could offer you excuses, but somehow I don’t think you’d really want to listen to them.

Dear friend, a few days ago I was reading (as I often do) and came across a description of a character that I just loved. The character was described “Wherever he went, he put a spell on people” he was someone who touched everyone they met; enchanting them and making them feel special. The author wrote that you often forget your own rules (and even your own name) once you’ve met him. He never called people by their given names, but rather the names he thought they should have.

I read this and thought he was amazing, and I wanted to be like him. –I- want to touch and enchant people, I want them to feel special being around me. But I’m not that kind of person, dear friend. I am quiet and shy.
But maybe someone will read –this- and maybe it will touch –them- in some way. That, dear friend, would be amazing.


Dear friend, I have been clicking through blogs here at blogspot (I figured I should, since that’s the only way people will be able to find this blog, so I should do the same). I have found the “Next Blog” button to be annoying and Google searches to only show blogs with many hits, I’m still looking though. I found this link: http://www.blogger.com/changes10.g that shows the recently updated blogs, I go through there and find ones that look interesting.

I’m on the hunt to find one I love, that no one reads. Maybe just quotes someone found amusing, or their own random musings; or their poetry or art. I just want to find something hidden and special, and be their very first reader (or one of the few). And maybe if I comment, they’ll come on over to this blog. Dear friend, yes, please come and read.


Until next time,
Anonymous Writer

“Anonymous”

Dear friend,
(Whoever you are)

So it seems like you’ve stumbled across my blog, that’s good. That makes me happy, that means someone out there is reading what I have to say.

Whenever you start a diary, or a journal people always say “write as if you’re writing to a close friend” so I figured this blog will be the same way. But do you worry dear friend, I don’t plan to bore you with my average life, because nothing interesting ever happens worth blogging about. I’m just going to post thoughts, I suppose, and quotes and just…thoughts. Dear friend, I guess you’ll see later on.

Why did I start this blog? Well dear friend, that is a good question. Maybe someone will find it, and actually read it, and end up loving it and commenting on it, and we’ll become friends (oh, dear friend, you can never have too many friends). Or maybe we’ll fall in love, eventually get married and have 1.5 kids, a dog named Princess, and a white picket fence. (Yeah…right…)
I suppose I started it just post what I want and have no one know it’s really ME. Yes dear friend, I wish to remain anonymous.

Anonymity has always intrigued me in a way. “Anonymous” meaning no one knows who really wrote that. I wonder about these anonymous people, why be anonymous? Did they want to freely express opinions without others judging them (somewhat like me, dear friend?). Maybe they were actively “against” something, but wrote something anonymously “for” it? Maybe they were shy, quiet people, whom no one believed to be passionate or able to express opinions and no one would even consider their opinion, or maybe they WERE shy and COULDN’T (express their opinion openly) so they decided to express it anonymously. Maybe they would have been hunted and killer for their opinion, so they wanted their identity to be secret. Or maybe they wanted all the credit they could get, but their name was somehow lost?


Those, dear friend, are the thoughts and musings I plan on writing about. Maybe with a little poem or picture or work of art thrown in.

Dear friend, it’s been nice talking to you. Let’s talk again tomorrow, shall we? And dear friend, if you have anything to say (or with to express some of YOUR random musings) feel free to comment. Because THAT, my dear friend, would make me very happy.

Until next time,
Anonymous Writer.