Introspection

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 eggs
In 2007 – Venus Envy vs Cosmo Mag
In 2006 – a friends locked post, and a poll
In 2005 – my sister, wearing a belly shirt

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