I wrote this post on a piece of paper last Sunday when I was waiting for Jeff
to come pick me up to go to the Ottawa Foodies
meet up. That makes it seem like he was late and I was killing time which is not the case. I was just ready early and this popped into my head.
If facebook had come around sooner, I likely wouldn't have this livejournal account. I can connect with friends, post notes and post photos. The downside of facebook is that the groups feature pales in comparison to the Livejournal Communities.
When I started this journal, it was fairly anonymous and as such my posts were more candid and introspective than they are now. Now when I write something I wonder if I would want my coworkers to read it. It really doesn't matter that much because it's not just my posts that have lost the introspective quality. It's my life in general.
I just don't have much time for it and that's ok. I figure by the age of 28, I really should have myself figured out by now, or at least figured out WELL ENOUGH. Now, I'm just enjoying the life built by all those years of self-examination (wow that sounds like I was feeling myself up a lot). It's peaceful. May be TOO peaceful?
Am I looking for a big change?
Not sure... I suppose I'll have to reflect on that...
This post was spurred on by an event earlier that day. I was at a store looking for something after having been to 2 other places and was feeling frazzled because I had to be back home 5 minutes ago. I'm standing there just looking around trying to find what I'm looking for when a woman next to me approaches me the same way I assume I would approach someone I don't REALLY know but FEEL like I know and have a lot of admiration for (I'm not saying she has admiration for me, I'm just imagining how I would feel to approach someone in the same manner). Maybe Jian Ghomeshi... *swoon*
whooo back to the story. The conversation goes something like this (I'm paraphrasing as this WAS a week ago);
Lady: Ohhhhhhh! Um... I guess you get this a lot.
Me: Get what a lot?
Lady: People coming up to you... because of your blog...
Me: Um.... (thinking: Actually no I don't, unless it's someone I KNOW through blogging, as in, we've had online conversations)
Lady: We check your blog all the time
Me: Who are you? (I guess this sounded rude but I really meant to say something like "Who would I know you as online?)
Lady: You'd probably know my husband
Me: What's his name? (referring to online 'name'
Lady: Insert a real full name I do not remember
Me: I have no idea who this is.
it went on a bit more but as I said, I was in a rush.
I just found it so odd because up until that point, I had assumed that everyone who reads this thing actually comments, or has commented at least once. Livejournal does not provide me with stats so I actually have no idea at all how many people read this vs how many people comment.
If you read this... Who the hell are you? Leave me a comment! It's creepy that you don't.
I like to think that I've commented at least once on every personal journal I read. I think I have. I've sent emails directly to the writers of blogs that do not allow comments when he mood strikes. I mean, if you read this with any frequency at all, you must have an opinion on SOMETHING right?
Let me have it.
On this day:In 2008
- drinking gross mosquito eggsIn 2007
- Venus Envy vs Cosmo MagIn 2006
- a friends locked post, and a pollIn 2005
- my sister, wearing a belly shirt