Are always seen in public places.”
So goes an adage I often heard growing up, mostly from my grandparents. It came in response to things such as my childish desire to sign every guest book I came across, though there must have been other circumstances as well, because I still retain a vague discomfort with notoriety. Been known seems, well, unseemly.
I’ve come to the realization recently that I’ve carried this unease with me into the Interwebs, and have what might best be called a love-hate relationship with having a traceable presence online. For example:
- LOVE: I was thrilled to discover that an article I wrote is cited as a source for a Wikipedia listing. (I am a footnote! Whee!)
- HATE: It took nearly three months of writing on this blog for me to finally click the button in WordPress that allows search engines to crawl my pages.
- LOVE: I have both a Facebook page and a LinkedIn profile, both of which use my name, yet (HATE) neither offer a link to this blog .
- HATE: I started this blog primarily as a device for keeping in touch with family and friends, yet I have sent the URL to only a dozen or so people.
Random examples, sure, but it all comes back to one thing: why can’t I connect my name with my thoughts online? In a professional capacity, I have been doing this for a long time. But personally, the fear of foolishness looms large.