I found this post in my Ipod. It was written "735 days ago". That's back when I was single, skeptical of ever finding the right guy through a Shidduch date, and meeting quite a few of my online readers.
You read my blog. You like it, that's why you carry on reading it. You want to meet me.
You have this picture of me in your head.
You expect me to be vibrant and energetic. You expect me to be bubbly and charismatic. You expect me to be like my writing. I'm not. I'm quiet, I speak softly. Often I don't speak at all, because I'm still thinking.
You either expect me to be rebellious and critical of society (based on some of my posts), or you think I'm flipped out, like my name( which was chosen by mistake, but that's another story).
I'm neither. I'm just another frum girl. The type you wouldn't look at twice if you passed in the street. I do have some criticism of society, but so do most people, they just don't bother to voice theirs.
And I think most bloggers are the same. We are good writers. But writing and speaking are two different skills.
We aren't pretending. We are like our blogs, but only inside. And only in one facet of ourselves.
Carry on drawing pictures of us in your heads. But know they are probably wrong.
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