"Don't worry, no one's listening anyway."

So yeah. I'm in kind of a weird situation here.  I have this online persona that I use to bitch about work, to blog meaningless crap, and to alternate between boring and offending my few Twitter followers.  On the other hand, Facebook, my fantasy hockey league, and several other online locales showcase the real life version of me.  I've tried to keep these two personae completely isolated from each other so I'd have free reign to say whatever I want about anyone/anything I want as Pike Parker.  Sort of a online journal that strangers can read, but not friends, family, or co-workers.  I have said things that could possibly end friendships or get me in trouble at work (I can't be fired since I own the company, but I still have client relationships to maintain and I have said some pretty nasty things about people with the power to have my contract pulled.)

An extremely enterprising (and scarily obsessed) person could theoretically piece together from various information available through a Google search that these two personae are in fact the same person.  Big deal; since only strangers get to read the juicy stuff, nobody actually cares enough to really chase it down.

Just recently though, I added my sister to my Twitter followers, and I'll be going to a Vancouver Canadians ball game next weekend where I may meet up with people with whom I talk about the Blue Jays online.  These people don't know anyone in my real life, and I really doubt my sister is going to email my clients and tell them what I've been saying about them, or call up my minions and tell them the kind of shit I talk behind their backs.  It's not troublesome in that sense; it's more about the idea that the line dividing my online persona from my real life is beginning to blur.

This is probably a good thing. I mean really, what am I hiding from?  Most of the people I work with aren't actually mentally handicapped or totally useless, and when I say that they are I'm just venting frustration.  It's what I do.  I live a very low-stress lifestyle (people always ask my what my secret is for looking ten years younger than I am*; there you have it, folks) despite a career that ranges from somewhat stressful to "I'm bringing a shotgun and a chainsaw to work tomorrow and going Boomstick on these motherfuckers" stressful, and it is this venting that allows me to continue to enjoy my stress-free existence.  If I have to, I can always find another place to vent.  Or smoke more weed.

So I dunno.  Do I start posting as myself?  Do I keep doing what I'm doing? (what little of it I have been doing here; I just realized it's been almost a year since my last post, and that one really didn't have much to it.) Do I come off sounding totally mental?

Meh.  Sanity is subjective and vastly overrated.

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*It's actually genetics, so you're all screwed.  Also, as much as I enjoy looking like I'm in my mid-20's now, believe me that it was not much fun getting pulled over by cops when I was 21 because I didn't look like I was old enough to drive.  Or getting carded at a wine store last year.  How many underage drinkers buy wine, anyway?