HEADS UP!! PRETENTIOUS POST ALERT!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!

Here goes. This little story is so bizarre and so self-serving I almost kept it to myself, but it felt worth writing about. Anyone who really knows me knows that this next sentence makes me nauseous to write or even think about.

I get recognized in public. There. I’ve said it. Ugh. On the walk to Stones from my house, I’m more likely to see someone I know than I am not. And I love that. It’s part of what I love about being a part of a community. That being said, I’ve also always felt rather anonymous. I love that I can walk into Stones, say “Hey” to a few folks and then chill at the corner of the bar or on the patio and then disappear. Disappear and just watch folks…and make fun of them on Twitter, if I so choose.

Last night, something broke. A guy remembered me from The Germ saw my Twitter feed. He sat down a few seats away from me next to this girl and began weaving a truly bizarre tale of a life. Truth be told, it was well done. Very well done. I was fooled. Then the drunk girl he was talking to clued me in. The whole thing had been an act. A story for MY benefit. Not only that, turns out SHE recognized me from the stuff I’ve done for I Bike Fresno.

I’m not arrogant enough to think this means I’m to enter a world of being an inherently public figure. That is not what this post is about. I’m pretentious, but not THAT pretentious. However, with this “Project Which Must Not Be Named Until the FCC Approves” and my continued involvement in Windsong stuff, it’s inevitable that I will be less anonymous.

For about 17 seconds I freaked out and thought about changing everything there is to change about my social networking profiles and voice to make sure there were no eff bombs or anything inappropriate. Then I smacked myself in the face and remembered what I’d written in my tribute to Travis and Gina. I realized that being as much of the person I am in real life as I am online is pretty important to me.

So yeah. That’s all. Funny thing happened over my gin and tonic last night. I’m less anonymous maybe, but I’m just as fucking irreverent.

So that’s something.