Thursday, September 29, 2011
What's in a (facebook) name?
A few weeks ago I had an idea to change my facebook name to Chester Copperpot. There wasn't a very specific reason, other than the idea just popped into my head, and it just seemed like a fun thing to do. I didn't think much about it until people started asking me why I would do such a thing. I realized there were several reasons. Why? Mostly because, well, why not? Life is a playground, and it's OK to play around with things, change things, see what happens. If you feel like wearing a crazy shirt or hat then wear it. Who Cares? If a beautiful phrase pops into your head that breaks any of the loose rules of poetry then put it out there, see where it goes, find out what will come back to you. Be the butterfly that flaps its wings and causes a typhoon on the other side of the world, or just make yourself chuckle, either way. My hero Hunter S Thompson never held back from any thought he had. He acted on every impulse with both disastrous and beautiful results and I admire him for that. I think we need more of that in today's world, and stop taking everything so fucking serious all the time.
"Who am I?" Is one of the great philosophical questions of all time. Hell, it probably started the entire philosophy discipline to begin with. We are different people at different times in different situations; we grow and mature, but yet we strive to keep a twinkle of immaturity in our eyes. The person that meets someone's parents for the first time is not the person that is at the bar at 2am with their best friends from college. The person that is represented on a Facebook profile is not the person that we sit down and have dinner with. Who is the real you? If you truly want to understand a person, then talk to their exes. Your ex boy/girlfriends have seen the best (they entered into a relationship with you) and they've seen the worst (run for the hills!).
My FB profile is not who I am. It does not show that I tend to get cranky late at night, it does not show the multitude of insecurities that run my life. It does not show my worry, and my doubt, and the stress that I sometimes feel. All of that is a huge part of who I am and is never expressed online, nor should it be. No, online I might appear confident, smart, creative, and thoughtful. But offline I am also stupid, insecure, myopic, and selfish. That is the real me, the person that few people know, but for some reason still love me anyways.
Posted by Brian Swenk at 11:37 AM