I struggle with this every day. I hate having to write anonymously.

So much so, that I have established pages and channels under my own name (or something related but with a creative flourish). I hate that they have little to no activity. That by the time I finish writing something, I have to say, “well, crossed too many lines with this one, better put it under PsyPhi.

Make no mistake, in real life, I am blunt, principled, dissenting, and let no ideological presupposition go unchallenged—let alone give the impression that I tacitly accept them.

However, I know that if I put a target on my forehead, in the nascent stage of my academic career, I won’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to get the training and credentials necessary to conduct independent research, asking the questions in which nobody else seems interested let alone willing in asking.

Will I / it change anything? Who knows! But I’m curious, and I want to get the chance to answer these questions and hypotheses.

I’ll be damned if I’ll have the door to my curiosities and ambitions slammed closed for a lifetime, because I had the audacity to write / say something I think.

Still…

Every day, I ask myself

What’s the line between cowardice and prudence?”

…I’m not sure.

But just because I’m anonymous here, doesn’t mean I’m quiet out in “the world”, and I sure as hell don’t falsify my preference, beliefs, or positions at the interpersonal level or in public.

I can’t wait for the day that I can put my name to my own ideas, and I hope that time comes sooner rather than later.