Do you ever wonder if you have different personalities, each reserved for a different place?
Well, I do sometimes, because I’m a blogger and a blog-reader. And I wonder…are some blogs just a visceral manifestation of a person the blogger wants or tries to be?
I mean, maybe you’re this cheery, witty person when you’re online writing snarky tweets and Facebook updates. But maybe in person, you’re really a moody social recluse who hates everyone. Or maybe it’s the other way around—maybe you’re a self-absorbed, ditzy bimbo online writing “ooh I baked my little pooey-wooey a yummy pie-y today!” updates, but in person you’re really a wise, thoughtful individual with marriage problems.
Who knows? Nobody really knows who the blogger is truly like until she or he meets that person for real. Some people say you can’t know who a person is with one meeting. That may be true. But I think you can tell who a person isn’t with just one meeting.
I’m wondering about this because I’ve been having quite a lot of meet-ups lately.
The previous weekend before the last, I met the wonderful Andrea and Andy. And we actually had a conversation about this. Andy told me the person he portrays on his blog is the perfect husband and father he aims to be. In my opinion, he’s awesome in person too. He’s hilariously self-deprecatory, good-humored and easy-going.
Since we were on the subject, I asked Mimi if I came off different from my blog in person. I figured she would know the best since she’s the blogger friend with whom I hang out the most. “You pretty much get what you read,” she told me.
And then last weekend, I got the pleasure of meeting Kim and her husband John.
They drove five hours from Las Vegas to visit Los Angeles for a couple days and then stop by Barstow for a photography shoot.
I don’t really remember how I got to “meet” Kim. I think it was through a mutual twitter friend. We shared a few friendly retweets back and forth, started reading each other’s blogs and pretty soon emailed each other occasionally. I liked Kim for her no bull-shit attitude, and her blog is a fresh breath from other “foodie” blogs. Plus, she’s got a great writing voice that I admire.
About a year later, here we were. Seeing each other face to face. Over a late lunch/early dinner of “WTF?!!” pancakes.
Kim had read my post on Jacks N Joe and said she just had to eat there just so she could brag that she had the “What-The-F—?!!” pancakes. Hahaha, this is why we get along—she’s my kind of gal!
Now, I’m going to reveal to those who have never had blogger meet-ups before, how it really is like.
Even though Kim and I glibly shoot frequent emails to each other in banter-style, it was strange to meet each other for the first time. It’s like…wow, you’re actually a real person. A person with flesh and a voice and a husband.
A lot of times, I think it’s the voice that surprises me the most during first blogger meet-ups. It’s so weird to hear a real voice other than the “writing” voice on the blog, because you are so freaking used to “hearing” this person’s voice in alphabetical words.
But after a few minutes, you ease up.
Especially when the people you meet are a fun and wacky and real couple like Kim and John. Kim is almost exactly like her blog, so it didn’t take long for us to warm up to each other.
And another thing: don’t underestimate the power of a camera. Always bring your cameras with you when you meet-up with a fellow blogger, because that’s just how you instantly bond.
The moment you all raise your cameras together and during the next few silent minutes as you start shooting simultaneously, the sound of your cameras clicking becomes the sound of your friendship clicking.
Kim, of course, ordered the “WTF?!!” Pancakes:
Funky-shaped pancakes with whipped cream cheese and fresh berries.
John ordered the Pudgy Elvis:
Buttermilk pancakes with bananas, peanut butter drizzle and whipped butter.
I ordered the Z’s Prime:
Five stacks of buckwheat pancakes with whipped butter.
Yes boring. But it was too early for a real dinner and I wanted to keep it simple and basic.
Oh and there were also sausages that look mighty vulgar:
John shot this picture of me; I had just finished shooting and had lifted my head in time to see him flash his camera at me.
That crooked smile right there says: “oh shit, now I have to smile.”
During the course of our meal, I was glad to recover the fun, casual banter with Kim again, but this time with audible words.
And then I realized how much better it is to have a relationship in real three-dimensional form. You can inject so much more nuances and humor into your words, and you get to see immediate reactions. Plus, she and John are a hoot!
John is a full-time photographer, so he’s got this super fancy camera (and a Nikon, may I smugly add). He and Kim one day hope to open up their own photography company. I wish them both the best!
The next day we met up early morning with Ellie. We climbed up Griffith Park to get that grand view of Los Angeles, except the weather turned out all hazy and we could barely read the Hollywood sign.
(Courtesy of John!)
(Courtesy of John again)
At least we got nice shots together.
After a brief glimpse of the fog and the Griffith Observatory, we drove west to Santa Monica Promenade. While lazing about at Starbucks (Kim is a die-hard Starbucks-only fan), we somehow got into the subject of the difference between an 2-D blogger and a 3-D blogger again.
Apparently, I’m shy at first. I didn’t even know I was showing it, but the expressions on my face always give me away. “Sophia, did you know that you’re really transparent?” Ellie told me. “All your emotions show on your face.”
And then she and Kim proceeded to capture all my expression on camera.
(Courtesy of Kim)
No no I refuse to believe it.
(Courtesy of Kim again)
I look freaking scary. I’m freaking myself out just staring at this hideous picture!
This is how I think look like in my mind:
Sweet and happy and charming and slightly dumb (what are you doing, Ellie?). I need to practice this expression and paste it on my face 24/7. I mean, there are times when I really need to tell a lie. How can I tell my lie when my face betrays me like this?
So, when you read this blog, I hope you envision that face in your head. An always-nice, always-smiling person.
To be honest, I was a grumpy, distracted person that day at Santa Monica because I was on an agonizing phone call with AT&T and on the verge of screaming at the dimwits. Having Ellie, Kim and John beside me helped me from actually doing it, though. I don’t think I would have been able to cool down as easily if not for them physically next to me.
Especially after I bit into Ellie’s super delicious white chocolate macadamia nut cookies that she sweetly baked for us all:
I cheered up so much when I bit into these cookies after 5 hours of being put on hold by AT&T that I immediately texted Ellie sending her my many thanks. See, bloggers understand. Sometimes, you just need a cookie to feel better.
So. After all this ramble, I guess my conclusion is this: Some bloggers are different from who they seem on their blogs, while others are pretty much the same. But most of them are even more awesome in person.
Also, maybe if I get botox one day, I can freeze my expressions into a single ideal one.
Question of the Day: If you’re a blogger, are you different from who you are on your blog? How so? And if you’re not a blogger…have you ever wondered if the blogger you follow is the same or different from what you read?