Everything That is Me

I was looking at a social network site yesterday, following the comments of a particular post and I began to think. I found it funny that people assume that everything that you are can be defined by what you say online. I guess I've seen enough pretending and posturing online to never assume that what I see, is what people are.

The internet allows us to be flexible. Anyone that follows me could easily assume that I am certifiably crazy and that I'm typing from the nearest padded cell. But I'm not. As a matter of fact, I like to think that the world is my sanitarium. 

I see myself as an onion. Not that I have a strong odor. Even though after working out, I don't want anyone to come near me. I've taken a whiff of the guys at the gym on the day that their deodorant went on strike. So maybe an onion isn't a good word. I see myself as a birthday cake. Notice how my metaphors involve food? I'm hungry as I type this. I'm trying to say I have layers.

Anyway my point is to my friends I'm the confidant; to my family I'm tech support, the poet; to the online world I am too many things to list. I am a layered being of possibilities. What most people see is the end result of what is put into the mix. I guess I hope at some point someone will look past the icing and see everything that goes into me being me.