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The Secret Blog

I have been writing this blog for just under 5 years now (holy crap, I can't believe it's been that long), but it's never been wildly popular. That's mostly because it's only so interesting (it's called MILD amusement for a reason), but part of it is also due to how I market the thing. Or don't market it, as the case may be.

The funny thing about me is that I will happily share details about myself, but I don't necessarily go out of my way to volunteer those details. In fact, as a result of this, some of my friends will intentionally tailor questions to me in a very specific manner to make sure that I respond with the details that they care about. It makes for some very amusing exchanges, but recently, it came up in relation to this blog.

A friend of mine has been talking about starting a blog of her own, and she was telling a few of us all about how she came up with the name for it. It involved some guy quasi hitting on her as she was walking down the streets, so it was a pretty amusing story. Still, the blog discussion prompted me to mention my own, and she was a bit surprised to hear about it. In fact, she guessed that there were probably only a couple of people in that social circle that know about this blog (the other guys in the group).

As it turns out, I know I've mentioned it to various people in that social circle at one point or another, but it's not like they're religious followers or anything. If anything, they'll usually be amused, and then forget about it. That's fine with me, I don't demand that friends follow my blog. I also know that I included a link to it in my Facebook profile a long time ago, but for the most part, people don't go clicking there. So, in very typical me fashion, I have quietly advertised my blog. I share the information, but I don't go out of my way to volunteer it (it's not on my email signature or anything, for example).

All of this, however, has led me to realize that I have a secret blog. We're also going to conveniently ignore the other possible explanation: that I am a terrible writer and not nearly all that funny. No matter what, though, the thought of a medium meant to be shared that is somehow a secret cracks me up. It's like I've been doing it wrong all these years, and I'm only just realizing this. Oops. Oh well, maybe I'll get it right at some point in the next 5 years.

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