you're an actor

One day you yourself will be the performer. But will you be aware of your title once you hold it? Those of us who have been beaten into submission and surrendered our soul to the myspace/facebook cult have encroached already upon their ‘obligatory’ five minutes of fame, and in turn have edged steadily closer to the role of stalker. By divulging endless torrents of personal niceties on your profile have you too become a performer? Unless the reader has an incredibly unhealthy obsession are they sincerely going to be concerned with the fact that you quite like the taste of a fag on a mans lips? Or that after returning to your fourth year at a strict catholic school, in which you were taught by stern unforgiving nuns, you may have become a bit of a rebel…
Anyway, by releasing a personal account of your likes, dislikes, show size etc you have created a miniature yet still significant performance for all to enjoy (you hope). In some instances this can be seen as involuntary, yet in others seemingly more calculated, as to some degree you’re free to develop and manufacture an entirely new you, resolve flaws and highly edit those blemishes.