My life is probably pretty uninteresting, and so I have to wonder why I have this journal. It's not to brag about anything I'm doing, I don't find anything to be that exciting, and its not like I really put anything of meaning down on a public site. not really. Beside the handful of friends I have (many of whom probably don't read this anyway, considering I pretty much tell them everything in more detail...) I have to wonder about the other people that may be reading my journal that I don't know about. Do they read just in passing interest, or do they follow my entries as i write them. Lately, I don't have to worry about this, all my entries have been private, and before that I guess I just didn't really care. I should ahve, but i didn't think on it too much. I guess I just figured most people wouldn't be interested.
Imagine my surprise then, when I met a friend of an accquaintance at a mall, and she knew much more about me than my acquaintance, and we had never met before.
"Oh, I read your lj all the time. And your myspace. We have some mutual friends."
Mutual friends are all well and good, but wtf? Do you really have no social life and nothing to do and so you feel the need to read other people's journals religiously, whom you've never met before, and will probably never meet in real time? And furthermore, my entries are not outrageous, and do not include detailed acounts of my exploits and whatnot, but instead talk more about mundane bits and pieces of my life that I happen to be thinking about instead of paying attention in my computer class.
"So, how is it going with [the baller] and [the writer]?" Only, she knew their names.
I like to think i am quite good at not naming names when I write about people. But I also beleive that all the entries that I had written about them were private. Well, whatever the case, I'm going to double check now, and they certainly will be from here on out.
which leads me to wonder what else she might know? And, what else has she been watching; is, I wonder, my public myspace page a hazard? I have never thought so before, but I can't help but be concerned about the fact that someone could be reading and following my conversations with various friends and acquaintances on myspace.
In which case, my myspace is even worse than my lj, considering someone is following my life so closely. Finally, what kind of person follows the lives of people they don't know at all; who would go to a person's page and read the comments they have from a specific friend, in order to, what, gain more knowledge of the person? And when they felt they had come to know me enough, were they ever going to make their phantom-like presence known?
Now, I know she meant no ill will, and she isn't going to stalk me, and in fact, she seemed quite nice. But our friendship will never come to fruition, I don't think. It is just a little too weird for me.
Oh, and the baller and the writer are both quite fine, quite clueless, and still quite good looking. If the baller could get over bball and find other conversational material, I would be much obliged. And if the writer could take a little initiative in whatever he happens to think our relationship is, I would be quite happy. Perhaps, if she knows them, she could tell them, but I doubt it very much. She lives in North Hollywood.