Believe it or not, Ubiquitous Bubba was not the name I was given at birth. Originally, I was Goldurn Idjit. Adults can be cruel.
Anyway, I have no problem with assuming an alternate personality online. In fact, my online personalities are a distinct improvement over the original. I pointed that out to a friend of mine who reminded me that I wasn't exactly setting the bar very high.
I made the mistake of using an alternate personality in the physical world. Just like the online version, my new persona was a vast improvement. The next thing I knew, my family and friends were asking me why I couldn't be more like my faux self. He was nice enough about it, of course. He tried not gloat when people would tell him how much better he was at being me than I was. He would offer to share some of his becan with me.
The situation wouldn't last. In time, he created an alternate personality for himself. While distinctly different from him, this new version was still far more likeable than I. They shared a number of inside jokes I didn't understand. Sometimes, it even seemed that they knew what the other one was thinking. They would often take pity on me and try to make me feel included, but it was obvious that I just didn't belong with myselves.
Eventually, we went in for personality surgery. I was removed and placed in a jar on a scientist's shelf next to the jar with the decaying frog. I'm pretty sure the frog was insulted. My jar collected a lot of dust. Spiders started using industrial strength webs in an attempt to seal my jar off from the others. In time, it was decided that my jar should be moved to an abandoned missle silo for security purposes. I think the plan was to fill up the room with concrete just to be safe. Unfortunately, there was a freak traffic accident enroute and my jar broke open.
Well, they obviously couldn't just let me loose on the general population like that. My various selves were contacted and brought to an abondoned lab positioned on a cliff overlooking an abandoned amusement park that had been built on an ancient burial ground. In the lab, I was reintroduced to myselves. We were not all happy about that. A hunchbacked man threw a huge switch, there was an absurd amount of electricity, a crazy man in a lab coat giggled uncontrollably, and I found myself back inside me.
We were not amused. At first, I thought we might like me better once we got to know me, but I was wrong. Since my other personalities are better versions of me, we tried to be mature about it. Sure, there were a few harmless practical jokes, but we generally tried to tolerate me.
Where was I? Anyway, I don't have any objections to assuming an alternate online personality. We think it's rather harmless by comparison. Me, too.