And you are who?

What does a blogger look like anyway?

 I’m curious to know.

Who are you? What do you look like?

If you were asked to describe yourself how,  how would you?

I’d really like to know.

For my 200th post I thought there would be something spectacular I would find to write about. Maybe solve all the world’s problems in one prose. Maybe find the one thing that would both celebrate and inspire. That one thing has yet to make itself known to me.

But I have been thinking a lot about blogging and bloggers. Watching this impending 200th post pending. It’s seems like such a small number in the space of time that I have been openly writing on my blog. 200 really feels like 800 in terms of how much of myself went into each sentence, every paragraph.

Blogging has been a bit of a surprise for me. Aside from writing, which is why we all started our blogs, to journal our life and our passions. I have delightfully been surprised to learn that there is such thing as extended blogging families. I know, I know.Please don’t roll your eyes just yet.We all have one. If you have opened yourself to the love of this writing family here at WordPress than you have also opened your heart to a WP family. I love my WP family and you know who you are.

A member of this family of mine said something recently that I had not thought about before. We’re a family in so many ways, yet we hardly know one another. Such as my friend Julie mentioned to me in a past comment which is what brought these thoughts and feelings about creating this 200th post of mine.

What Julie said was; ” feel like I know you even though I can only see your fingers and toes!

This got me to thinking seriously about her statement while I was responding to her comment with a bit of a self description. Which as we all know is a bit awkward to do. And this is where it brought me.

We are learning so much about one another, about our opinions, about beliefs in world affairs, health, life style choices, our faith or lack there of, and even where our tastes lie in art. These are very important aspects to all relationships, the bases for which we build our friendships on. These are the topics that we find common ground on which affords the ice breakers for conversations. This is how we begin to know one another.

All these ways we start to know each other; and looks, physical appearances, never come into play. I love this!

Appearances, looks, beauty, not so pretty, homely, handsome, striking, cute, craggy, wrinkly, fat, thin, all these adjectives are ways we might see one another if we were to meet in person. Blue, brown, or green eyes, short hair, long, blond, brown, or even silver and gray? Does this tell you a thing about who I am? Really who I am?

I was thinking about my blogging family. Those who I have developed a close knit feeling of friendships with so far. Would you know me on the streets, in the library if we met without words first? Would you know me? Would I be able to recognize my sister who has discovered a new passion for life by being really honest with herself and those she loves finally? Would I know my sister who is losing her best friend to an ugly illness that is robbing her and her husband of the life they have lovingly built? Would I be able to see past the pain on another whole (sad to say) group of my sister’s faces and get beyond the daily torture they live and find them personally? Could I pick out of a crowd the guys who here through their words and images of their arts here are endearing real people who are not afraid to express their honest emotions? Would I know them?

And You Are Who?

With out the cover of your words and the persona of your blog would I know you in heaven? How about on the streets?

Could you tell someone over lunch anything more about your blogging family than what some of their emotional make – up is? Could you describe them so that your listener would see them as you do? Without looks?

I’ve actually not thought a lot about the personal appearance of any of you until now. And with a promise that “looks” mean nothing to me. I am not so shallow that I first see beauty in a physical sense.  It’s much deeper than appearance for me.I don’t know that I could even tell you honestly what my best of friend’s eye colors are. These are just things that matter none to me. I’m looking more for the real, the honesty, the integrity.

SCRUPLES IN LIFE THAT MIRROR MINE

In reading someone’s blog over and over these values come through. Soon I’m able to see if this is someone who I would befriend in my blog community. No appearance, no thoughts to ones looks ever comes into play. Are they cute, good-looking, sweet-faced, happy looking?None of this matters. And blogging proves just how shallow appearances tend to be. How really of little value a so-called pretty face or ugly face is.  It’s really kind of cool.

We can imagine, and even sometimes have a photo to go by. But rarely does this photo oe few images give us a real idea of what our looks are. What our style is. More so this information comes from our writing, stories about what our garden is like, what our passions are. These kinds of ways of getting to know you are s much more valuable than a one time glance meeting would be. There is a lot to be said about eye to eye contact, but that still I have been taught through life is not 100% fool proof. Seeing your eyes look into mine does not always tell me who you are. Reading the posts that your eyes helped guide your finger tips to put into words that can never be taken away again seems to hold quite a bit of credibility for me.

I know there can be many untruths in blogs just as there are in real-time. But my feeling about this in my close-knit blogging family is this: to what purpose and what end is there to lie and be false in a blog that no one asked of you in the first place? What purpose really would a blogger have?  I know attention. But those who write just for attention and to draw people to them just for the sake of attention show themselves rapidly. Other wise what would the intent be? I’m sure there are some who blog for more selfish intentions too. I’m not that naive. But it seems that my experience has been completely different from finding bloggers who want to use their readers. I find that most bloggers tend to be brutally honest with themselves and with their readership. If we are not going to really ever know one another out side WP, never probably meet most of us, is  there really a practical purpose in feeding each other a bunch of BS? (pardon my terminology)

I’m kind of liking this aspect of meeting one another where physical appearance  plays no role. It’s very cool that all that is coming into play between us is what lies between our ears. It’s from our intellect, not our looks.

The appearances that we are making our choices from for creating those we choose to build a community with – are from all our own words. Our thoughts, our feelings about those thoughts, and then who we are emotionally. Based on those feelings. This is how I am getting to know my blogging community, my blogging family.  I think that having looks thrown out of the picture is just so very awesome.

But my friend’s statement that she only knows my physical looks by my fingers and toes struck a chord as I said in the beginning. Because that is my profile photo. of my toes and fingers this is how I am seen physically. So in jest I made a comment back to her about my physical presence.  A description of myself if you will. What she could look for if she was looking for me in a crowd of bloggers.

And this is what got me to thinking.

I started to think about each of you. There are a few of you who have either photos of yourself as your profile or photos on your blog of yourself that have been weaved through your stories, These are far and few though. So we are left to our own imaginations, I am left to think on my own about what your personal appearance and style is. And I have no problem with this although I am shocked to find that I don’t really care.

I’m shocked and yet pleased to find that learning to know who you are through your stories whether they be through words, photos or both is my preference. Not having physical appearances come into play in any way – any fashion – is freeing. I am left to make my choices by what I learn about you through your words, Nothing else stands in the way, or clouds the picture.

After saying all this I have to add that reading a description of yourself would be really a fascinating experiment. This is what started this whole thought process on my part. I was told a simple thing about how someone saw me without benefit of photos of my face. In response in one sentence I replied with a very brief description of myself. Now I am wondering how you would describe YOU in one or two sentences .

Should we be meeting in a busy airport, catching a connecting flight together going to some mutually chosen destination. In celebration of my 200th post I’d like you to tell me what and who to look for.

Tell me. Write,.. using the words I have gotten to know you by so far –

Who am I looking for?

AND YOU ARE WHO???~

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27 thoughts on “And you are who?

  1. This is such a beautiful thought, a beautiful post altogether. To think, we finally (in this medium) have transcended appearances for what truly makes a person who they are. I never looked at it quite that way before. Now, to your question.

    “Should we be meeting in a busy airport, catching a connecting flight together going to some mutually chosen destination. In celebration of my 200th post I’d like you to tell me what and who to look for.”

    Keep an eye out for me, I will be the girl who, while slightly frazzled (air travel has this effect on me) will look up from my book with delight at every baby and kidlet I find in my general vicinity, even the tired and cranky ones. I will be talking to their parents, trying to help mitigate the stress of traveling with a little one. I will be smiling happily at the old man who is telling me how he is going to see his great-granddaughter for the first time. And – lest you get an unfairly perfect picture of me – I will be cringing and burying my head deeper in whatever I’m reading while the woman next to me loudly recounts all the frustrating and intimate details of the trip she has just been on to some faceless person on the other end of a cell connection.

    As you have only one shot at identifying, me though, I would tell you to look especially for my sparkling blue eyes. They have a way of radiating life and happiness and peace and joy that even I find pretty amazing.

    • Aww My Dearest Ruby, I know those eyes. I have seen them in my sleep. Yes they radiate like no other blue so there is no discription that works really well. They are just Ruby Tuesday Blue!

      I’d have no problem finding you as we’d be meeting the same old gent. My kids say thay gravitate twoweds me. No matter the gender of the age, as long as it is on one end of the spectrum they will search us out.

      Reading this: “will look up from my book with delight at every baby and kidlet I find in my general vicinity, even the tired and cranky ones” is reading my own self story. You could be writing about me as well.

      Is it true that there are our twins somewhere? Sometimes the similarities are mind boggling and heart tending,

      I’m so delighted you played along. Now we can board our flight to ******* I am not a happy flier either so we;ll take a valium, have a brandy and old on tight to one naothers hands. Cover my head on take off and landing with my coat works well for me so make sure you have one wrapped around your carry on. We’ll be just fine.

      We can do this…. where shall we go?

  2. Fun challenge. Challenging challenge. One or two sentences? Hmmm. Okay, I’m tall, probably 5’9″ now, although in younger days I was 5’11”. My hair is grayed blonde, very short, very fine, very thin (a chemo gift), my midsection has taken on a mature paunch, although the rest of me is still slender (others have said skinny, an unfriendly word). My eyes are blue, my smile is true. I will be wearing comfortable clothes and shoes, jewelry I have made, and something I have knitted. Couldn’t do this in two sentences.

    • I know, two sentences? What was I thinking?

      I simply love your style, your own and I know that I would immediately be comfortable being in the same room with you. We’d have great conversations, about your jewelry you’d be wearing. Tell me about the something knitted too.

  3. I am: a homebody to the max; friendly; loyal; rarely get close; love to the depths of my being; addicted to writing aaaaaand…

    Know that I am blessed to have a blogging family that truly cares.

    Bear hugs to you, my friend – Maxi

    • I’d love to be your neighbor Maxi. You are just the kind of life long friend I need/
      It is us, your blogging family, or as one prson came up with your Blamily. Making us all Bliblings.
      No matter we love you, and wish the best of all things for you ever day!

      With grace and love~

  4. Well my love, random strangers stop me all the time to ask if my eyes are “real”. You see they are a unique and apparently unbelievable green hue. If I am wearing makeup there’s a better than average chance, my eyes are smoky, my cheeks are glittery and I’m wearing either Michael Kors Cherry lip gloss or Burt’s Bees replenishing. I smell like Estee Lauder’s White Linen or cheap gardenia or melon body spray depending on my mood but White Linen is my signature scent. There is a better than average chance I am wearing pink or orange and/or some really loud print. In my hair will be a flower to mach. My smile is wide and my laugh is loud. I am much more round than I am comfortable being and thanks more to my bum hip than my weight I walk with a bit of a wobble. If I am waiting for you, I am sure I have my big pink paisley purse with my favorite yellow legal pad, whatever book I am reading, my migraine meds, chewing gum, and my camera. I am also going to have an extra stuffed wallet with me because as soon as you find me, we are going to Hobby Lobby to laugh like idiots while you get me addicted to the printed and patterned papers I have been avoiding.

    • It’s a adte Love! I’m so ready to get you addicted. How funny if someone comes into this conversation.

      I’d spot you immediately and know there sat my friend. We’d share a latte and a a giggle or two at passer byes.

      You”d know me by the subtle scent of vaniilla in the air, and a short waddle of a walk because I’m more also more broad than I’d like to admit. My hair is thick brown, down to my butt, with a silver streal down the right side. Blue blue eyes wuth lashes so long they tend to get in my way. I’ll be carrying my eephant back pack with my notebook, a novel, some herbs that I use for breakthrough pain, and a wallet stuffed to the max for paper shopping, some fun meals, and the to the office supply store where we both are in heaven togther,

      This is so much fun. I cannot wait for the date.~ Ontario tough is a long ways away from me, maybe a closer Hobby Lobby?

  5. What I like about my blogging family / friends is they don’t care that I come to conversations in my PJs, with my morning bed hair, without makeup, slurping my coffee or crunching my cereal like a four-year-old. Although my picture is current it doesn’t matter to me how it is accepted.

    I’ve been pretty much a life-time loner (although I DO have friends and lots of varied interests), but here, I choose to be totally myself. Devil may care and it’s been GOOD. Maybe I like living in my head so talking to so many warm blooded humans in the blogosphere probably supports my feelings about the ‘meeting of minds’. I like this description best; better than any other I might come up with.

    • I love it too. I don’t know if you saw sterlingsop post below but she has given our blogging family a name. We are bliblings to one another. Much like siblings. Funny. Isn’t that just the most perfect thing?

      I agree with you that” the freedom to be just me” is what I like so much. The not worrying about how I’m seen, or second guessing something I’ve said does not happen here. I could not care any less how I’m seen here. Either I’m accepted or I am not. It’s not even for me about the being ‘Liked” thing. In fact I kind of don’t even like the word like, wish we did not have the chance to “LIKE” everything in our life paths.

      The acceptance is important if I want to be part of a community, a social network of some kind. I always have, I always will. I am a social person I truly like people. Most people. I am often fascinated by human nature and it’s one of my favorite past times, just people watching. The train depot is a god place.

      The wonderful thing too like you sat is no one cares what we look like, how many hours without sleep, or with too much and not enough coffee.
      I’ve been much more pleasantly surprised by this community and “Blamily’s” that are created just because people care to share. It’s really a lovely thing.

  6. This is a great post, and you’ve got me thinking about how I view my blogging experience too. I wonder if we should call each other the members of our blamily? Or perhaps our bliblings? I like that one, a mashup of blogging and siblings. Yeah! My bliblings are on form today lol!

    • Thank you my sister~ Okay girl you’re on. I think maybe I might know you if your profile photo is current You have a great and kind looking smile that would make me feel at ease right away,

      So if I could not find you from a photo how would ? Hmmm..

      • I’m pale — very pale. That is just a circulatory and anemia problem, but if I’m not wearing makeup, watch out for the white face. I have what is kindly called a dowager’s hump, from sitting around for ten years. I have a typical too-many-carbs belly, and then my Grammy’s really skinny legs. My legs have become discolored, due to blood sitting in the veins too long. They are actually a mottled brown from the knees down. I have lots of scars, including smaller ones where I scratched that itchy skin thing. I’m 5’7″1/2, and I’ve lost two inches in the last ten years. Lately I have a smile on my face most all the time, and I just got my hair cut the way it is in my gravatar. That is a very, (perhaps too,) detailed description. But it’s me, warts and all. 😎

  7. Great post. It’s so true that we get to know people’s inner workings here, but wouldn’t know them if we passed on the street. I use my real picture, but some do not. I’ll have to think on this 🙂 Angie

    • So if we could not see your beautiful soft smile what would you tell so that we could pick you out of a crowd?

      I’m short, hair almost as long as I am tall. glasses, bohemian style of dress, and tiny feet with old looking hands.

  8. Such a wonderful 200th post. WOW!! And you are so right about the WP family. Now for your assignment. I will steal a line my mother used to say and add one of my own.

    Just look for the lady with big lets (family trait) and tall. What I would add is, I’ve got long hair usually tied up in a pony tail or pulled to the side.

    • Jules, did you not see yourself in the begining? The blogger who said they know me only by my toes and fingers? You were my muse for this piece!

      It was written after you inspired me~ THANK YOU!

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