It was all bullshit.
If you only know me from my online persona then you don't. Know me.
The sound of my voice when I'm sad. The way I laugh when something amuses me.
Did you know that hosting a party puts me in a place of concentration and absorption that is the closest I get to meditation? Cooking puts me there too. Unless you've seen me in that space - you don't know me.
My tendency to tremble when I'm nervous, the way I turn to mush when my kids say they love me – you've never seen that stuff.
Not too many people have. But them, they're the ones that know me.
To you, I'm Berzerkeley.
And really that's just fine.