I discovered something about myself that I think might be slightly neurotic. I'll let y'all decide.
Sometimes I run into people that I know. You know, in person, like at the mall. Sometimes those people will mention something that they read on my blog. And that kind of makes me all nervous, because I just don't expect that person to be reading my blog and so I feel all caught off guard.
I immediately start running through a list of things in my head that I've blogged about, wondering what all they've read. Did I say anything that might offend them, like that post about how I hate leggings…much like the ones they are currently wearing? Did they read that post where I talked about my driving anxiety? Have they figured out who Regina George is? And then I'm all OH MY GOSH I FEEL SO EXPOSED.
Which is really ridiculous because I write these things ON THE INTERNET. Where anyone can read them. Anyone at all. As evidenced by the hits that show up from somewhere in Uzbeckistan. I don't even know anyone in Uzbeckistan (actually I'm not really sure if Uzbeckistan is a country.)
Total strangers reading my innermost thoughts? Totally cool with that. My eleventh grade history teacher? Sort of makes me nervous.
That's totally illogical, isn't it?
