Hiding Places

I am always in search of a hiding place — a place where I can be all I am with no apologies and no consequences. It occurs to me often that this place may not actually exist, but ironically enough, I may have found my place on the Internet.

I hated Twitter when I joined it initially. It was but a multitude of people making noise. There were those who had nothing to say but found the need to make their hollow thoughts public anyway. Then there were others who may have had something interesting to say, but they managed to paint themselves dry as cracked cement, so serious in their expression, so stiff in their presentation. So, after being hacked (that’ll do it), I left — for about a year.

In that year, I began the work of breaking down the walls of superficiality that led me to the noise and I have returned with a different purpose — to learn and play. I am interested in the interesting, the thoroughly thought through, the hilarious, the easy, and the relaxed. I am diving into the brilliance of the minds gathering on these spaces of this complex and overwhelming Internet world and I am finding gold, in more ways than one. But no one is finding me.

You see that’s the treasure of these spaces for me. I can hide behind a Twitter handle, post a picture of my face boldly for all to see, maybe even say interesting things in a post on Medium. But, as a result of my strategy to avoid interacting with people I know personally, no one cares. And it’s great! I now have no limitations. I can textually scream from mountaintops and not care about the strange eyes that see it. They’re strange, so what do they know? I can shout, laugh, cry and be silly, and, for now, there is no judgment to destroy my will.

So, I am thankful for these hiding places and while no one cares, I’ll keep whispering ever so loudly for my own satisfaction.