I’ve been thinking about Wally down at the plant. In anonymity he has found the solution to a problem that has been troubling me. All kinds of work issues have surfaced over the last five years, issues that I generally avoided blogging. Who wants to get dooced?
I’ve had a rough go around the whole issue of anonymity because I think we should all be brave and honest and strong. A pseudonym is self-protective at best. Since I feel a need to know the “real” identity of those with whom I converse, I have been open about who I am. But lately I’ve felt less open and honest because I am afraid of what open expression of certain opinions might do to my reputation, my livelihood.
When I think of all the topics I might explore, the whistles I might blow and the mean-spirited criticisms I might throw, I almost think it’s time to disappear into the fog bank of anonymous blogging. Certainly my art wouldn’t suffer. I might even discover where I belong.