And the Alts and Such Too: I Should Not Forget You…
These days, it is impossibly hard to know what is real, and what is not-so real.
I know real people are real, and feelings are real… and thoughts are real (at least to other thoughts).
But are the Bots?
Who has created the creations that convince me I’m being followed here? Should I write to the created, the creator? Or neither, or both?
How many real people on the real Internet of Things have at some point wondered if I, too, am not who they think that I say that I am?
I could give you my street address, and my health card information, and tell you where I grew up and who my childhood best friend’s name was, or is.
I could tell you my phone number.
I could send you a photo.
But what would any of that do, but appeal my improvable reality, to you?
My name is not BB Butterwell – it’s Mike. I might erase that later, because on here, I like being BB. I miss my own grandmothers and so I guess she’s the grandmother I would have been, had I been one to be. So I will be BB. At least here. Don’t tell anyone.
That doesn’t mean I’m an Alt though, with a capital A – or a Bot, with the B. Not in the way those things are often used on the Internet anyhow – to make people wonder about their situation, and who’s watching, and why. To question their metrics. My alt is a vanilla pseudonym. I don’t mind saying it. You just have to read my posts and eventually you’ll find the cross-linkiness. There is no additional subterfuge beyond that.
But of course you can’t know that, can you? “Mike” is a pretty suspiciously common name, isn’t it? Blame my parents. Also, I’m named after a frickin archangel. I will not complain, because, if nothing else, I do not wish to be rude to archangels. I will share and shorten his name, sure thing.
I’ll tell you my plan for this blog: I’m going to eventually remove all the clues as to who BB is, and let the Reader assume she’s BB, and not me. I’ll try writing more as though I’m older. Some small number of exceptional folk who found this blog first will know I’m actually Mike, and that will be the joke.
I’m not really a comedian. Maybe that’s funny, I don’t know.
I’ve had two beers. This might be why I’m writing like this. I have been cutting back, so apparently I’m now quite efficient at getting a buzz on.
I did not say BB was a Teetotaller.
This post went off on its own rails.
I hope you’re staying safe.
You’re a good person.
How do I know?
I just do.