Person/a
by Steve
Friend of the blog Tim has written a great post about the distinction between his written personality and his personality in real life. You should go away and read his thoughts rather than mine. Tim is incredibly eloquent, clear and heartfelt. Because that is just how he writes. That is what he does.
Reading his post made me revisit something I wonder about every now and then – how we divide ourselves up. I know I am a different person at work to the person I am at home. I think I am a different person with one set of friends to another. I don’t think this is disingenuous. I don’t think this makes me two-faced or deceitful. I think most of us adapt to our surroundings and our circumstances. We read the room and react accordingly. There are times when we can be ourselves and times when we cannot, or at least have to become a version of ourselves. Or maybe we are many versions of ourselves, not just the one.
I’ve always had a deep suspicion and distrust of people who proclaim words to the effect of “Well, I am who I am, and you just have to take me as you find me, that’s just who I am” as that suggests a deep underlying lack of empathy. If we all did as we pleased things would be pretty miserable for everyone. There is being true to yourself, and there is realising there is more to life than yourself, or your truth.
Well, that’s my take, anyway. But still, once you are vaguely aware of this it is enough to make your head spin once you become conscious of how differently you might act, or might come across, and wonder if that OK or if it is weird and manipulative and before you know it you are yet another variant on your personality, loitering in the corner second-guessing yourself or alternatively in the centre of the room holding court desperately trying to prove you are normal and real and true and once you start trying that whole enterprise is doomed to fail.
However, if you’re aware of these issues, as socially crippling as that might be, you’re probably doing alright. You know the risks. You’re thinking about your place in the world and how that relates to others. You’re probably more honest than the “That’s just who I am, take me or leave me”-types. You’re almost certainly more fun to be around.
But Tim’s post covers that whole other problem – how you come across one way (or multiple ways, as described above) in real life, but can be a whole other person when you write stuff down. Now, that isn’t really an issue if you just write in private, stuffing notes in your drawer. It is less of an issue if you write online and are completely anonymous. But it all gets little funny when the two worlds of in-person and writing-down-person meet.
I know some real-world friends and acquaintances read things I post here. They may be reading this sentence. And that feels quite odd. When I write I think I end up heading towards a particular persona. I’m honest, but a particular type of honest. I’m not quite the real-world me, both because throwing my thoughts into the old world-wide-web is a whole other exercise to making small talk at a party or confiding to a friend, but also because I don’t think I could actually properly articulate my real, true, honest, no-holds-barred thoughts here – both from a technical perspective (I’m not necessarily skilled enough to articulate myself properly, or organise my thoughts to do so, as I often only understand what I think once I’ve written something, that is part of the thought process, and I guess my writing process) and from a self-preservation perspective (completely and totally spilling my guts online would be strange enough, let alone doing so knowing there is a chance that real people might read it. I might as well just post a non-explanatory sadface on Facebook and be done with it).
I’ve had some lovely feedback on my writing from real people I actually really know. I’ve had people ask more about it, seem genuinely interested. And that is great, but it takes some getting used to. I’ve never really actively promoted my writing amongst friends and family. I won’t bring it up unprompted. I think I started blogging, and I continue to write, because I enjoy the process rather than because of any great yearning to be acknowledged as a writer or anything like that. I enjoy writing, so I write. I never wanted to be one of those people who proclaim to anyone who will listen that they are a ‘writer’ or whatever. I thought I’d just get on with it. If anyone happens to read it and like it, then that’s a bonus.
So, I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this. But maybe that is the fun of blogging. You can think aloud. You don’t have to present yourself in any particular way. And with any luck someone will read it and connect it some sort of small human way. Or even better, nobody will really read it and you can just carry on with the navel gazing in your own little space on the internet…because human connection is great and all, but you have to enjoy the writing first.
But then we’re all broadcasters now, right? So now we not only divide ourselves within our day-to-day lives, but we present ourselves in a whole new range of ways through our Facebook updates, tweets, text messages and so on. And in turn, we interpret those selves others present to us, interpreting that photo they posted on their wall, deciphering the layers of meaning in their tweet, wondering what they are really saying in their text message. I guess this sort of presentation of self/selves has always gone on, but now it is heightened and accelerated.
And it all feels simultaneously very important and rather banal.
However this did make me think a little more about proper writers. I think any writer, of fiction or non-fiction, will end up including some part of themselves and their lives in their writing, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. No writer works in a vacuum, no writer is totally objective, no writer makes everything up. But to write like that successfully must require ignoring, or at least fighting, those impulses or concerns about the self, about putting it all out there.
I suppose this is why great writers sometimes, maybe often, aren’t great people. Maybe the best writing is a little uncomfortable. Maybe it doesn’t worry about the effect it may have on the writer or the people the writer knows. I’m not sure.
And how to avoid indulgence, solipsism? It seems you would need to be a great editor with no filter. And a thousand words in of sort-of-sharing and sort of saying nothing I know I can’t achieve that. But it has been fun trying.
But I think I’m more comfortable being a little more compromised. It is only writing. And if that means I avoid certain subjects, or write less, or write more carefully, then so be it. Which is a rather long-winded way of explaining why I haven’t been posting lately – the worst of all blogging subjects, right?
You should read just go back and read Tim’s piece.
Tim’s piece, and your discussion of it, are interesting – we are all mult-dimensional to some degree and I guess act differently in different situations depending on our confidence in them, our interactions with others. Blogging and message boards I guess allow people to be different, perhaps the people we want to be. I have a friend who I met via a football message board whose in-line persona is at times borderline troll, full of confidence and incredibly knowledgeable about loads of things. The last thing is the only bit of him that is the same as his on line persona, I nearly wrote ‘real’ but both are real bits of him.
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Meeting online acquaintances in real life is a really weird and sometimes unnerving experience. I think that meeting can often deepen relationships but can also blow them apart, as there is that strange mismatch. I guess this probably happened for years with penpals and suchlike, but must be a pretty common phenomenon now. If you blog or tweet on local issues you are almost certainly going to run into another local blogger/tweeter before too long, for example.
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Thanks for referencing my post, Steve. I think everyone is multi-faceted to some extent, but some perhaps more than others – and it’s usually most apparent in those at extremes of the extravert/intravert spectrum (and I mean that in terms of whether you think externally or externally, as opposed to whether you are outgoing or shy). I know people who are fantastic at taking command of meetings and who feed off the energy of discussion and interaction, yet struggle to compose a coherent email. And then there are those (like me) who disappear into the metaphorical corner in big groups and only pipe up late on when I’ve formed my thoughts – but ask me to write a presentation or an email and I’m fluent and confident. As you say, that’s not being two-faced – but they are just different aspects of the same person.
Like you, I also find it unnerving when my real world and online world collide. There are people I’ve come to know online who I have subsequently met up with in person years later – in some cases they are exactly how I pictured them, in others not at all. And I still find it knocks me for six when work colleagues, neighbours or even good friends compliment me on my blog or casually mention something that I know I have only expressed in a post. I don’t mind them doing it at all – but it’s a bit like when you were in school and you’d bump into your headmaster in your local supermarket …
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I enjoyed both these posts! Tim–I read yours last night and tried to comment, but I just bought myself a new tablet and haven’t figured out how all these apps work. But I figured out how to follow your blog from my tablet, so that’s a start.
I’ve met quite a few people online first before meeting them in person. I went bar-hopping with another local blogger back in the day; I moved to a small town and met a bunch of new friends on account of silly facebook comments; I moved to a bigger place and did a cross-country road trip with a person I’d only known through Facebook. It’s never been particularly unnerving for me. I don’t want to say that people are all the same, but we’ve all got the same basic motivations–to be heard, to get/experience cool things, to get out of having to do uncool things, to make connections, to feel happy. I guess I never expect that a person is going to sync up 100% with how they present themselves online. Online, my interactions are usually confined to a comment box, and I’ve got a backspace button and can take back anything that doesn’t sound quite right. That doesn’t mean that real-life conversations are going to be full of terrible ideas, bad grammar, and poor word choice, but it’ll definitely be more scattershot. It’s like with music–I don’t really think that Johnny Cash shot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but that doesn’t make the song any less compelling or make Johnny Cash any less of a potential guest at that proverbial dinner party with any three people from history.
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Which is a long-winded way of saying I enjoyed both these posts and I look forward to commenting in the future on my shiny new tablet!
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And also a long-winded way of saying that any of y’all can give me a buzz if you’re in Colorado or New Mexico. Or Kansas or Oklahoma, for that matter, but why would anyone in their right mind go to Kansas or Oklahoma?
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Thanks Mike. In the event of ending up in any of those places I am definitely getting in touch – and I hope you do should you ever make it this side of the water.
And yay to shiny tablets! How are you finding it? I haven’t got one, as I have a sneaking suspicion that they are just like oversized smartphones, plus I’m a big fan of proper keyboards…
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YOU’RE SPOT ON. THE TABLET IS JUST A BIG SMARTPHONE, WHICH IS GREAT FOR PERUSING CONTENT. IT’S NOT THE BEST FOR TYPING SO I’VE GOT TO GET SOME PRACTICE IN. BUT NOT TODAY. I’VE DECIDED THAT MY APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THE WORLD IS CAPS LOCK ALL DAY, WHICH I HAVEN’T FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO YET ON MY TABLET.
I HAVE A BUCKET LIST OF PLACES TO VISIT, AND ENGLAND IS ON IT, BUT YOU GUYS DRIVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD! IT ALWAYS GIVES ME A MINOR PANIC ATTACK WATCHING CAR SCENES IN BRITISH TV SHOWS/MOVIES.
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I like that this reads like you are shouting.
I hate crossing the road in foreign countries, as it takes me several peril-filled days to remember to look the right way when I step off the curb.
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The headmaster in supermarket analogy is perfect Tim! It is a funny sensation, especially if you’re not the sort of person to crow about your own activities/achievements. Thanks for the inspiration with your post!
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