Ever wonder how people you don’t know or don’t talk to anymore seem to know an awful lot about the comings and goings of your life? I’m a complete freak about that – I can't stand having people be all like “Hey I saw you did this or that" when I haven't personally told them about it. But then I remember that I blog – on a public site, which has my name attached to it, and my picture up on it and blah, fucking blah, blah. It’s all good times.
The frigging internet can be brutal. You can do a name search and presto here are some fun filled facts that either make you super happy or make you feel like you were punched in the stomach.
I know what you’re thinking, man this chic is a cyber stalker or something, but I assure you, I’m not. I’m not a saint, however, either. I have been know to take a peek at peoples pages to see what they’re up to, but I found that this activity just pained me and so early on I figured out how to block certain sites on my computer thus eliminate the craving for “information” – because the information, yeah it never really helps. It in fact tends to make things worse. . . Because you never can tell what is really going on, you never can tell what’s between the lines. It’s all imagined without the reflection of voice or seeing how someone’s face falls or lights up when they say something.
I guess if I’m so gun shy I shouldn’t put it all out there. But what the hell, we all need to put ourselves out there and hope for a good return. So if I end dead because I blog and someone I don’t know thinks they “knows me” because of it … I promise you can tell me “I told you so” in the after life, if there is one… BUT that's a debate for another time.
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