To the right: Phantasy Star 2 (Sega Genesis).
When you Google yourself, you expect to find yourself in at least a few places that you didn’t expect to be found.
What no one expects is for some idiot to treat their blog like it’s some pre-teen’s live journal and talk about you unkindly as if no one would ever know it was you. If someone were to do that, you’d at least expect them to try and hide who you are. Like say “this guy” or “someone I know…” or “…we’ll call him Bobalicious…”. If they still used, not just your first name, but your whole legal, given name, you’d figure they’d at least have a reason to… like some kind of vendetta. Maybe you keyed their car or slept with their sister. Maybe you kicked their dog.
What if all you did was try to be polite?
A friend of mine ran into someone she used to know. During the conversation, another old mutual friend came up. She asked how this friend was doing, what they were up to, and even took down their number. She did it just to be polite, never called the number, and didn’t even think about it again until much later.
Much later, she was playing everyone’s favorite internet game: Google myself!!
When she Googles herself, she gets a lot of results from people who are spell check impaired since her name is close enough to real words. There are other people with the same name. Nothing too noteworthy…
Then she found this (all misspellings, bad grammar, etc. I kept, but the names are ***ed out):
“So I wonder what’s gonna happen when ********** calls my cell-phone. Will I answe it? What would we ever have to talk about. Apparently we’ve been living in the same town for quite awhile- I wonder why she doesn’t ever come downtown. ***** said she looked the same, acted the same. It would be a shame if she’d never blossomed. Maybe she just still shy. I’m terrified of talking to her”
She was satisfied with telling her friends about it and us all saying ‘what an ass’, but I was a bit more pissed. I wanted to call that number and give this guy something to be terrified about.
Another friend did some reconnaissance and found the blog. I left a comment. I even left a link to my blog…
“So I wonder what’s gonna happen when ********** calls my cell-phone. Will I answe it?”
When? Don’t you mean if? Just because she was polite enough to ask for your number doesn’t mean she’ll call it, especially if you’re posting this.
“What would we ever have to talk about.”
Life? Is there really so little that has happened to you since you last spoke that you’d have nothing interesting to tell an old friend about?
“***** said she looked the same, acted the same. It would be a shame if she’d never blossomed.”
She still looks and acts like ****. Yeah, I know, too bad she didn’t conform to the way she should look or act.
“Maybe she just still shy. I’m terrified of talking to her.”
She’s shy but you’re terrified of talking? She’s like barely five feet tall and an openminded individual. Whatever she had to say, I bet it would have been nicer than what you had to say on the internet.
Well, no need to be afraid. I’m sure she won’t be calling you now.
I hope he reads it. I hope it makes him blush. I hope he then links to here and sees that I talked about it in my blog. I hope he then writes a follow up post either bad mouthing me or trying to defend himself.
Never blossomed? I’m sorry that we’re not all flowers or bloomin’ onions. We’re women who come into our own, but not exclusively in ways designed specifically to appeal to your own individual male sensibilities.
Look the same? Did he expect her to have a problem with not being a six foot blonde with a paper thin tummy and mushy melons? Did he expect plastic surgery on his behalf?
Sound the same? She’s always had interesting things to say and an amazing singing voice. Who should she sound like…
Him?
And all these conclusions are jumped to because he talked to someone who talked to her.
Is the terrifying thing that he may hear about how great she’s doing? She’ll tell him all the places she’s been and things she’s done, and he’ll feel small and empty and write about it on his blog. So instead of calling her, and judging for himself how this friend is doing, make a preemptive strike online. He belittles her so he can feel better about it when she calls. If she calls. She isn’t going to call him. Why would she?
He apparently has nothing much to say anyways.
