I’ve mentioned before that I really enjoy Jessica Gottlieb. Her blog posts are usually humorous or thought provoking…or both. But really, the thing that I like about her is, she tells it like it is. Which, I admire. And I think it’s an important quality to have when you’re blogging. Kind of reminds me of someone I know very well…:)
Anyway…she wrote a post about going to Blogher and wondering if she is going to be let down with her ideas of how the blogging community is, in real life. Which, once again, got me to thinking. Which…led to this. Me and my big mouth…
I don’t have any false hopes or ideas. I imagine Blogher is going to be much like my 20th high school reunion. And I went to the snottiest and wealthiest high school in the area. Some girls are going to be great and awesome and wonderful. Others are going to be standing in groups, staring at us with their lips curled in a snarl. EXACTLY like my reunion, which by the way, I had an really amazing time at. Because I’m so over and above the lip curling sneerers…
That’s the attitude I have. I know who I am. I know what I have to offer.
I’m going to Blogher, bubbling over with excitement of meeting my old friends from cre8buzz. The group I met when I first starting blogging, almost 2 years ago. And I’m so excited to meet my new friends from Twitter. Plus, I’m looking forward to the prospect of making new friends because…
That’s how I freaking roll.
When I was in high school, I was a free agent. I didn’t belong to a clique. I had friends everywhere. In every group. I was my own wacky variation on an theme. Weird clothes. Finding new and different music (aside from Duran Duran). I have ALWAYS been my own person. And maybe, when I was younger, I was a little insecure by it. I filtered. I would think and not say.
NOT ANYMORE. I embrace my quirks. I love hanging with my own drummer.
I don’t care.
I’m shy. I turn bright red when I first meet people. If I don’t like you, you’ll never know except, I probably won’t give you my really cute and adorable card. If I like you, you’ll totally know.
The little private parties. Don’t care. The big parties. I’m sure they’ll be fun. And crazy. But it wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world if I didn’t go to any of them. Don’t get me wrong. I am going to some. But I’m not going to be all about getting drunk and showing my boobs. I’m 40. My boobs aren’t worth showing. But if you want to get drunk and let your boobs hang out, go on, I won’t judge you.
I’m going to Blogher with no fantasies. I know EXACTLY what I’m going to be dealing with.
Because I’m taking my blog and my big unfiltered mouth, and my blushing face…
and we’re going to Blogher.
And the only worry and insecurity I have is…flying.