Read this article one of my friends sent to me-
http://www.cracked.com/article_15231_7-reasons-21st-century-making-you-miserable.html
Please look to number 5. What I am going to say on this is- It is our duty to criticize each other’s blogs and internet personalities or we will never reach any type of growth as a community. Simply because we are faceless is not an excuse. I am honest and I will tell you any story I put here again in person.
I guess, what I’m telling you, is that you need to tell me when you think I’m dishonest. Call bullshit on me, because there’s got to be a start to Internet integrity and I think the blogging community should be the crux of that movement. Primarily I am asking you to go beyond calling me a “porksword” or a “cuntwaffle” and truly tell me your complaints w/ my work. It’s the only way to improve.
Further, I promise you honesty in my stories even if shit scared and embarrassed about the whole endeavor. I mean, I told you how I thought I may have peed myself during sex. I talked about familial interactions, and I will always be honest about my depression/bipolar/or crazy antics. No story is too gory or life-ruining to share. As the article states:
E-mail and texting are awesome tools for avoiding that level of honesty. With text, you can respond when you feel like it. You can measure your words. You can pick and choose which questions to answer. The person on the other end can’t see your face, can’t see you get nervous, can’t detect when you’re lying. You have almost total control and as a result that other person never sees past your armor, never sees you at your worst, never knows the embarrassing little things about yourself that you can’t control. Gone are the common quirks, humiliations and vulnerabilities that real friendships are built on.
Browse around people’s MySpace pages, look at the characters they create for themselves. If you’ve built a pool of friends via a blog, building yourself up as a misunderstood, mysterious Master of the Night, it’s kind of hard to log on and talk about how you went to prom and got diarrhea out on the dance floor. You never get to really be yourself, and that’s a very lonely feeling.
I’d rather tell you about the shit on the dance floor (or at a fifth grade sleepover I once endured) than lie to you. Why lie when most of you will never meet me anyway?
Yours in Honesty,
Nat ‘Pisspot’ Rivera