Let's call today: 'Wednesday, 24 September 2008'
wrote in the notebook:
Sometimes, hearing a customer jest about meeting you later in the carpark one to many times after you've just taken a substantial amount of their gambling money makes you a little jittery about your safety.
Nothing radical, you understand. I don't take the security escort to my car every night/morning. But just enough to plant the tiniest seed of thought in the very back of your mind.
After slowly and aimlessly attempting to make my blog fly under the radar - as far as search engines and looking up my name is concerned - googling myself has shown me two things:
The victory of the former is somewhat marred by the dismay of the latter:
- there is no link to this blog to be found by searching for my full name
- there are stupid, insipid people on the web who happen to share my full name
- Anyone who doesn't already know me, and to whom I have not given this URL/blog details, will search for me and will not find anything linking me with my opinions expressed here. Even searching for my workplace or school doesn't pinpoint me enough.
Therefore I am safe from any meddling mothers of ex's, former classmates, or bitter customers.
- However, of the aforementioned parties who somehow find themselves writing my name on their nametags, some do not display photos and share an age very close to my own.
I may not want the meddling mothers of ex's, former classmates, or bitter customers finding me here on Shades but I don't want them mistaking me for the same author of some of the drivel I've been finding either...
Tis a dilemma.
Fly under the radar and hide under the guise of prissy let's-go-get-drunk-and-flirt-with-the-boys-at-the-club plastics? Or risk the exposure and say "Oh please God don't think I've turned into that since you saw me last..."?
Meh, I'll let them get the fame. After all, I'm talking about avoiding people I wouldn't feel a great need to justify myself to anyway. Feh, so they'll think I'm a git. I'll know who I am, and that's one up I'll have on them.
Or perhaps as always, I've just written my own share of mindless drivel.
*shrug* guess in some small way that'll make me part of my online-peers then.
It's late, I know, I'm going to bed.
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