So the guys at work have started reading my blog. (Hi guys! Where have you been in the last year?) This creates a state of affairs which is weird with a strong potential to become completely freaky.
Take today's lunchtime for example – your usual lunchtime chat somehow turns into discussing one of my latest posts, and I sit there while one of my coworkers relates to the others a piece of my life.
The entire self/others space/time continuum has just been breached. (OMG I'm such a geek. Space/time continuum. Sheesh.)
I mean, I know this blog thing is about sharing my stories with others. And I want people to read this blog. But, dude, I didn't realize people actually, you know, like, READ this thing… and REMEMBER.
Seriously though, I am aware of the fact that writing about my life + having people read about my life = people knowing personal things about me which I didn't tell them personally, but the platform allows for some distance to be kept, and when a reader sits in on lunch with me it's just… well, takes some mental adjustment on my part to accommodate that.
Or at least some dessert.
Photo Credit:Eric Chan
(By the way, if you're wandering, Einstein is here because of the Space/time continuum. GEEK.)
*I don't really mean that you should cut it out, coworkers. I like the fact that you're reading me. Now go through the archives to find all the nasty things I've said about y'all in the past**