The most Irony I find in pseudonyms is the fear people use to create an outlet, and a justification of such an acquired fear. Maybe the people these people treasure the most, are the ones who know truth in its entirety of the individual, and truth can not be defined through our small conscious efforts to obtain such beyond ourselves and our own beliefs. .. I would say if we were to personally write an opinion in a public location under a pseudonym, it would be much easier, what’s truly easy, are we making it too easy for our own personal potential?
Irony I find is the fact that as our bodies grow we find insecurity and instability in our beliefs stemmed from fear of societies inability to accept us, yet we continue to justify such and we await to one day when ..”if only I wasn’t such a coward”. Are we purely talking from our hearts or heads? Does not ones actions remain stronger. Are we not all a bundling ball of rage, it’s the humanity and humility another appreciates, because we all know it is so hard to tell the complete and utterly painful truth.

It would be a much easier to here a truth in its entirety, yet not all is easy. We can’t control others, only ourselves. How much do we want to look back at and say I wish I had done it differently? I understand using a pseudonym for a means of self protection, While a logical sense of fear need be in place, we need not fret over such small issues as whether so and so, could connect such dots leading to our “true identity”. If we are to write something publicly behind a keyboard is that not a sense of fear itself? Fearless is the blogger who posts so much personal information, openly and willingly? Rather Naïve, trusting of a much crueler and harsher society in which ended in initial prediction of where fears be placed by those a victim to such insignificant definitions.. Why is it so difficult to hold not a definition of someone, we define everything by shallow little letters, when can we define something out of a sense of compassion instead? We all seem to walk our own understanding of the rough and troublous road, whether anyone’s is greater or lesser makes no difference to a character, it the idea behind the point. We are what we eat though and everything seems to be sour in society when we fear opinions and do not realize they are as we.

In case the point is not clear, it seems falling outside such a comfort zone enables a possibility for learning. Although the lesson may have its positives and negatives, it’s a lesson all the same, maybe a progressive continuous lesson, yet a fearless and fearful lesson, we must be fearful of our previous, in a sense that we choose to lower our pride and question ourselves. This occurs for everyone before we can act upon appropriate correction to those affected by such. To say the individual should hold fear from such a situation may be accurate, yet to assume the negatives of the individuals own situation in another public situation is an attempt to redeem a sense of lost power, and self identity behind a discovered identity.

Where is the maturity in intellect, with no regards to what the fear of time has lead us to, and a strength to over come such a heightening hurdle to such things, we continue our strife to extend? People are patterns, it takes a self conscious effort for change. Strength is not defined by other opinions, maybe a egotistic sense of strength. Strength is defined through the people who willingly choose too support us and raise our tattered hopes, acquiring a lesson of strength in belief.

Something important to consider, the irrelevant reasons of why someone would choose to consider our feelings. What’s the reason? Assuming an initial impersonal stance, I do believe is fearful, yet a strong stance at that. Not a single wicked or warped person to pick the pieces of such precious thought, can get behind such a deceiving wall. This must be fear.

Change is initial shock, what understanding follows such a shock, except that derived from whatever firmest of beliefs are?


Are we confined to patterns that we choose to acquire at such a young age? The age where we are taught what we believe the rest of our lives, after shock, (occurring in all our lives), which qualities do we find worthy of expressing in a public place? And if we so boldly express such an opinion in any public place to acquire a voice, why not use the voice to its complete and total ends of honesty if we have confidence in the words we write?
--Kimberly