Honest, I'm trying

Mike says I'm not really into the spirit of this blog thing. He says I should write the way I talk to him - now that's a scary thought! I think it will take about ... ooh ... twenty years? before I could talk to another person the way I talk to him. Actually, if I'm being honest ... never. Mike's a one-off (now that's funny! you hear that, Mike?). Sorry, mythical person who might be listening, little in-joke there.

It's funny that he is, he will, be reading this. Not a computer man, my brother. I know he's making the effort just because it's me. Well, nothing new there. Anyway, it works out well, I guess. He's supposed to be getting into the computer thing. Got to move with the times. You can't hunt solely in the real world nowadays. Gotta follow the electronic trails.

So ... being more honest, more personal. I could talk about my rich and varied fantasy life? Actually, it's not mine, it's Mike's. God, doesn't that sound pathetic? Can't even have a fantasy life of my own, got to borrow someone else's. Anyone reading this would think I was a real loser. Which is funny, because there I am, acing my classes, Mr Popular, liked by my classmates, liked by my teachers, always cheerful, joking ... I guess most people think I've got it made. I wonder what secret selves lurk behind my classmate's faces? Or my teachers, come to that. Now they're much more likely to be completely different people.

We all pretend, I guess. Only ... someone of us take it a little too far.

There, was that honest enough, brother of mine?