the fatling

Non-Anonymous

Listen up, Fanlings and Fatlurkers, the Fatling has been outed!  The Fatling has mixed feelings on this development, but isn’t terribly concerned, since no one’s reading this blog anyway.  Point being, a friend’s foolish decision to link up all of her social networking tools revealed my Fatdentity to the rest of the known non-Fativerse.

I sometimes wonder if my desire for anonymity is just a misplaced desire to dissociate from my real self, or simply a way to avoid conflict that might stem from expressing one of my trademark Crazy Ideas.  Or both, or neither, or some of the above combined with other stuff, too.  I have no idea, since I refused to take Psych 101 in college, because in a delicious bit of irony, my hypochondria would have spiraled out of control, landing me in the loony bin.  No doubt.

Still, I’ve managed to pull myself up to 13 followers on this thing, using only my bootstraps, but I guess that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.  I do keep meaning to write actual posts of substance on a variety of topics, but I’ve been quite busy, out and about, and my rigid diet of Diet Coke, jelly beans and blue corn sesame tortilla chips doesn’t seem to do me any favors as far as preventing fatigue goes. 

When the Fatling falls off the wagon, she falls off the wagon all the way.