Last Friday night, like most Friday nights, I found myself three (or five) beers deep at a local pub.
I was there with Ashley, Alex and a nice group of lads. Two of them were good friends that we have been hanging out with often over the past few months and two of them were friends of theirs that I had never met before.
As per usual, we were doing the whole what’s-your-name-what-do-you-do-are-you-interesting-at-all schtick to get to know one another and one of them posed the question: “What do you do?”
I quickly replied, “I work in marketing at a digital agency down in Soulard. It’s great, I like it a lot.”
To which he said, “Oh. Cool.”
THEN, my friend piped in and said, “AND she runs a pretty awesome blog.”
Blushing. So much blushing. Flattery. The weird urge to hug him for saying something so nice. And then…
Stammering. Embarrassed, uncoordinated, stammering.
“Oh, erm, yeah… I do. I guess. I have a blog. Sure. Yeah. It’s fun. Just a little side hobby. Nothing much, really. Just a thing. That I do. Sometimes. Yeah.”
Then I looked around shiftily, stared at my hands, blushed some more and started praying someone would change the subject.
Alas, they did not. This new lad, despite being completely uninterested by my marketing response, perked up at the blog comment and said, “That’s really cool. What do you write about?”
I took a GIANT gulp of my beer. Choked on it a bit. Giggled nervously. Looked at my friend in semi-panic and replied, “Well, erm. My life, mostly. You know. Day-to-day stuff. Thoughts. Stories. I guess I write about random things. Yeah.”
And then I imagined his thoughts to be something along the lines of “This chick has some angsty Xanga blog where she details her feelings, food choices and frivolities and people actually read it?! Is she for real?!”
Despite the internal dialog taking place in my head, the conversation continued with my friend jumping in for me and saying something far too nice, along the lines of, “Yeah it’s pretty great. I like it a lot. Tell him about some of your recent posts.”
To which I responded, meekly, something about how I wrote a philosophical piece about a hike in the woods (erm. Okay. Weirdo.) and how I recently wrote one about clothes (cue his thoughts again about my girly, angsty Xanga blog, for sure) and about food or on occasion, about creativity and cultural norms. (cultural norms?! Ranting about online behavior probably doesn’t qualify as a cultural norm.)
And then, probably to the detriment of bloggers everywhere, I begged them to change the subject. “I’m kind of self-conscious about it! I love it… but it’s weird to talk about in real life! Hahahaha (laughing maniacally) tell me about your life!”
And with everyone feeling sufficiently awkward, the subject changed. THANK GOD.
I have been at this blogging thing for almost a year now.
In that time, have made several friends that never knew me pre-blogging. As in, they found my blog about the same time we started hanging out, so it’s a part of me that they’re aware of and talk about freely. Which, I’m not going to lie, is still kind of weird for me.
I have some odd (but I hope normal? You tell me, fellow bloggers) insecurities about blogging and talking about blogging to non-bloggers and people who know me in real life, despite the fact that I’ve always been willing to share my blog with IRL friends and family. In fact, they probably make up the lion share of my regular readership.
Blogging is weird.
But dude, despite (and probably because of) it’s weirdness, blogging is absolutely my #1 hobby. And like any other hobby, it is going to come up in real life conversation. If there’s one thing I learned Friday night, it’s that I need to handle it better. Because like I said, not only am I doing a disservice to what I have created here by blibbering and blushing about it every time someone asks me about it, I’m doing a disservice to bloggers in general.
Blogging is no joke.
It’s a lot of work. There are a lot of bloggers out there doing really awesome things and honestly, if I could get more hours in the day, I’d be bringing my A-game to this space WAY more often than I do. It’s fun, it’s a creative outlet, and it’s a wonderfully fulfilling hobby.
…One that will undoubtably continue to come up in bar banter situations.
Therefore, in the aftermath of this ridiculous show of it, I am memorizing and practicing a better answer to the questions that stumped me SO BADLY the other night and reduced my normally happy, confident(ish), slightly tipsy self to a stammering, stuttering mess.
Therefore, a role play:
Random lad at the bar: “So Erika, what do you do?”
Me, standing tall and smiling broadly: “Well thanks for asking! By day, I work in marketing at a digital agency. In my free time, I’m a lifestyle blogger. I write about the trials and tribulations of day-to-day life, creativity, books, and whole slew of fun and random lifestyle topics, including food, home decor, clothes and travel. What about yourself?”
BAM. That’s what’s up.
Two questions for y’all today (join me in the comments for a quick chat, if you will):
For the bloggers: How do you talk about blogging in real life? When do you tell new people that you have a blog and am I the only one that’s weirdly insecure about it?
For the non-bloggers (hiiii Mom, hi friends, hi family!): If you had to describe what I’m writing about over here, what would you say? Is there anything I forgot in my go-to script?
As always, thanks for all of your support in this blogging adventure. It’s fun. You guys make my day with your sweet comments, both in real life and here on the blog. You’re rad.
Linking up for Funday Monday.