Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Stalky stalk stalk

Dear Internets,

So it appears that I don't have meningitis (which, logical or not, was my first thought when I woke up with a stiff neck)(I'm glad I'm not the only one whose brain works that way). I guess I just slept in a strange position or something. Anyhoodles.

I found a former coworker's blog (we worked together almost 9 years ago) and have been reading her archives all afternoon. It is so weird. I normally don't feel creepy reading blogs - after all, the writer decides what they do and don't publish - but reading J's blog makes me feel like a total stalker. Even though we haven't talked for several years, there's a weird sense of familiarity. I have eaten lunch with some of the people she talks about. We shop at some of the same grocery stores. Her voice as a writer is so similar to the way she was when I knew her: open, dry, sarcastic, matter-of-fact.

I wonder if she'd censor herself if she knew I was reading her blog (answer: probably not). I wonder how many acquaintances from my past have found my blog (answer: I don't want to think about it).

Thinking about all this has put me in a kind of weird mood. I should probably just stop reading, but that is unlikely to happen. Oh well.

I hope your day has been less weird than mine Internets.



Anonymous said...

I always panic a little when I think about people I know reading my blog, but when I sit down and think about it I don't write about anything I wouldn't discuss with them anyway. It makes me feel a litte better.:)

Kim said...

I think I'd feel the same way you do about reading her blog--a little voyeuristic. But that wouldn't stop me at all. :)

Elizabeth said...

I am so glad you don't have meningitis. It's not fun--that's what I had last summer, even though the doctor told me I had muscle soreness. The hospital doctors disagreed so much that they let me hang out with them for five days, haha.

Anyway, blog stalkers are not fun. I cringe at the thought of a particular family member reading what I write, but it is so linked to my name. Eh.

Rachel said...

There are few things I love more than discovering the blog of someone I know, or used to know, or even only kind of know and reading their archives.

That might make me a stalker, but I am ok with that.