Who Are These People?

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.” ~e.e. cummings

I’ve been reading and deleting old blogs that I didn’t want saved on my computer. Sounds silly, perhaps, but just knowing they were there gave me the creeps.

As I was reading, I kept asking myself the same question: Who are these people, and what gives them the right to judge me? After all, we’ve never met. We’ve never had a phone conversation. We don’t know one another!

As bloggers, we chat back and forth on each other’s blogs, and we assume that everyone is as real on the outside as they are on their blogs. Right?

I could very well be an Irish Setter typing on Catherine’s laptop from the backseat of an old station wagon heading down I-95 on the way to Disney World. A bit far fetched, I know. Catherine doesn’t own a station wagon, and she’s afraid to drive on the Interstate.

We share photos (some of us do), but who knows where those photos might end up? I’ve always been opposed to people posting photos of children. Do these people have permission to share them on the world wide web? I don’t share photos of my family simply because I don’t have their permission.

What about our blogs and the stories we tell – are they real? I would like to think so. I would like to believe that those who pour out their hearts are telling us the truth. To call someone a liar is to assume you know them on a personal level, which might not be true unless you have met them in person.

Phone calls bring us closer to one another, or so we would like to believe. Do we really know that the person on the other end of the phone is who they purport to be? Not always.

A few online events still haunt me. Writing about them hasn’t helped. Deleting blogs and comments is a good start.

As for Catherine, this really is her Irish Setter speaking on her behalf. She’s watching reruns of NCIS on CBS and asked me to post this blog for her.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Florida
by Patty Griffin

The Cottage and the Sea

She listened to music each morning
She read by soft lights at night
The summer she stayed in the bright yellow cottage
Down by the deep blue sea

Each day she sat on the beach
Picking at shells and foam
Her needs were small for she came to stay
In hopes of reclaiming her soul

The day came when she cried out loud
At last she let it all go
She sat in the rain next to the sea
Asking what would become of her

Tell me what I should do she prayed
Please send me a sign so I’ll know
If you can’t do this for me then take me now
For I can’t go on anymore

The answer came from a stranger
Who sat on the beach that day
A stranger who came to save her life
And never turn her away

For you see she was the stranger
She learned to reclaim her soul
That summer she stayed in the bright yellow cottage
Down by the deep blue sea

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Time
by The Alan Parsons Project

Crazy

I met some people along the way
Crazy as the night and day
They twisted truths to meet their needs
Then shared their lies and dirty deeds

They cried to anyone who’d listened
Then turned their truths as swords against them
There are no questions to be asked
Actions answered all at last

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Crazy
by Gnarls Barkley