Archive for January, 2011

Rules, Facts and Confessions

Posted: January 26, 2011 in Uncategorized

[tweetmeme source= “unmaskd” only_single=false]Some things can be funny and sad at the same time. It all depends on the perspective. Take for example, the reaction to my previous post. People fighting, comment after a comment, over a person, who I said, had nothing to do with me? Funny. People wasting their time on this? Sad. People claiming they know for sure that I am a group of men and women, experimenting on innocent readers? Funny. People wasting their time to debate these claims? Sad. The list goes on.

But there’s one aspect of that reaction that is not funny no matter how you look at it. It’s the tone of the discussion. Long time ago I said that I was not going to moderate comments and that all opinions were welcome. I also said that I had only two simple rules for comments: (1) Show respect to others and (2) Don’t be a troll.

Clearly, both rules were ignored by some readers. The last thing I need here is judgemental remarks that trigger angry responses. There are plenty of places like this online. This is not one of them. I’m not asking anyone to be nice, but let’s try not to be jerks, all right? Hope this is not too much to ask.

Now, I’d like to clarify a few points that have been coming up recently:

  • I’m not experimenting on anyone, other than myself. I have very little respect or people who screw with others’ minds and while I’m certainly capable of doing that, this is not what I’m here for.
  • I’m not asking any of my readers for anything, first of all for their trust. As I said long time ago, trusting a stranger who tells you “trust me” (especially online) is a very bad idea. Yes, like any blogger I’m in a way asking for your attention, but it’s completely your choice whether to give it to me. So please, don’t tell me that you can’t completely trust me. I don’t even know what this means in this context.
  • I’m not interested in disclosing my ID, at least not in the foreseeable future. The current arrangement works fine for me. Unmaskd has become a channel for me to be completely honest in expressing myself, without caring for any potential consequences. For some good reasons I cannot afford this — at least not to such degree — in other parts of my life. Even more importantly, this channel allows me to connect with interesting people and discuss with them things I care about. Anyone is free to discuss my ID here or anywhere else, but I’m simply not interested in these discussions, beyond occasional jokes.
  • I’m not here to keep anyone happy. So when people suggest me to do this or that in order to maintain some level of everyone’s happiness they are missing the point. I won’t allow turning my blog into a sewer, but that’s about it.
  • Last but not least, I chose to write my previous post not because of some conspiracy theories. I honestly couldn’t care less. If some people have nothing better to do than spend their time sending some nonsensical messages to someone they don’t know just because they suspect he is someone else they don’t know either… well, I can only feel sorry for them. What made me so irritated was that some of these people apparently went too far and started telling others lies about my identity and my intentions. I had to clarify a thing or two.

With that let’s move on. There are more important things to focus on in my life, and — as I’m completely sure — in yours.

P.S. All right, all right, I admit it. I’m a 54 years old Chinese woman, living in Hong Kong and suffering from a multiple personality disorder. That’s why some people think there are four of us. In reality I just got tired of talking to myself and my chow chow, so I started this blog.


When Enough Is Enough

Posted: January 23, 2011 in Uncategorized

[tweetmeme source= “unmaskd” only_single=false]Our life is full of annoying things. Sometimes we choose to run away from them. Sometimes we choose to fight them. Sometime we think it’s the best to ignore them. And sometime we can ignore them for a bit too long. Which is why I’m writing this post. I’ve been ignoring one thing for a while, and has become too annoying. If you don’t care about the whole John Mayer thing that has been surrounding this blog/twitter/tumbler (as I hope most of you do) there are better ways for you to spend 5 minutes than reading it. However if you come here hoping that you’re speaking with that John guy, please read on.

I’m not going to repeat what I said in this post when I found myself surrounded by screaming fans of a guy I hardly knew before that craziness had begun. So if you want some history just read it. But I will repeat loud and clear: I AM NOT JOHN MAYER. You’d think this would be enough, but this is what I thought when I published that long post last year. That however proved to be insufficient. Over the last 6 months or so, some seriously obsessed people have been busy doing some very annoying things. They’ve been busy creating fake twitter accounts and filling my feed with some nonsense, ranging from sexual demands or hysterical accusations. They’ve been busy coming here and leaving some ridiculous comments. They’ve been busy telling others, rather confused people, that I am John who just doesn’t want his identity revealed. Overall they’ve been busy doing pointless, meaningless and pretty dumb things. Because as I’ve already said a couple of times, I’m not him.

I am someone else, with my own life and my set of problems to deal with. And I don’t want to spend another minute of my life dealing with this crazy shit. Am I making myself clear? I’ve been ignoring this, I’ve been blocking the most outrageously ridiculous twitter accounts, I’ve been trying to hint. But I’m not going to do this anymore. This is plain insulting. If you’ve been following me thinking/suspecting/hoping that I’m John, do yourself a favor and direct your time and energy somewhere else. Like living your life and letting others live theirs.

Lost & Found

Posted: January 22, 2011 in mind, what makes us tick

[tweetmeme source= “unmaskd” only_single=false]Wouldn’t it be cool if lost & found service worked not only for umbrellas and shirts? Sometimes we lose things that are way more important…

– …It seems that I have lost my confidence.
– Let me see sir. We have a special bin for those. Anything distinctive about yours?
– Don’t know. I’m not sure. Not sure about anything actually… It’s nothing special. Just your average everyday confidence.
– Slightly used, but in good condition? This one?
– Yes!
– Here you go, sir.
– I think I lost my conscience. Can’t find it anywhere.
– Sorry, sir, but allow me to disagree.
– How come?
– If you’re looking for your conscience, you haven’t really lost it.

– Hey! I lost my patience! I mean I REALLY need it! As in NOW! RIGHT NOW!
– No worries, sir, here it is. Please… allow me… Ouch!
– Thank you. You’ve been so helpful. Why are you so pale?
– It’s ok sir… It’s ok… The important thing is you have your patience back.
– You know… last night… I’m not sure how to say it… I lost my… Well… my… my virginity. I mean I think I lost it… Do you have it by any chance?…
– Sorry, mam. Never seen one of these turned in. But it’s ok. You’ll get used to it.
– My mind! It’s lost! I lost it! I’m doomed! I’m doomed!!
– Let me check, sir. We had several turned in last night. It’s the season, you know. Overall in a decent shape, higher than average IQ, with a tendency to be pessimistic?
– Yes! Yes! Yes!
– I lost sleep…
– Could it be this one, mam?
– Oh, thank you!
– My pleasure. It looks like it’s wrapped up in some groundless doubts, so let me unwrap it for you.
– Yo, dude! I lost my cool. It’s gone. Just gone. Can you help me, bro?
– Certainly, Mr. Dude. Certainly. Here it is. We knew you’d stop by.
– I lost my appetite. Has anyone–
– Please take it! it’s been smelling like pizza for two days here.
– I lost my soul.
– Unfortunately, sir, no one brings here items that were sold to them voluntarily.
– I lost my youth. Been searching for it for a while. Can you check if–
– I’m sorry, sir. I’m certain we don’t have it. People never turn these in. Finders – keepers.
– Last month I lost my heart.
– You should be more careful wearing it on your sleeve. But let me check…
– I lost hope.
– No you didn’t, sir.
– Huh? I’m telling you I lost hope. Isn’t it your job to help me find it?
– No sir. No one can help you find hope.
– Why?
– Because it’s impossible to lose it. You live – you hope.

[tweetmeme source= “unmaskd” only_single=false]One day a book will be written about this Unmaskd experiment. Well, maybe it will. An odd, strange book that at this point exists only in a shape of disjointed thoughts, images and ideas in one pretty troubled mind. But when — and if — it is written, and when — and if — it is published, it will include a quote from the message that today was DM’d to Unmaskd Twitter account by one very shrewd person.

You’re not REALLY Batman or Superman. Stop trying to dominate the world and just dominate your own. Make it beautiful.

You know who you are. Thank you.