google

apparently this blog is google-accessible. i'm not really sure what to think of that; i mean, it's a little unsettling that someone could type in my name and find my mental outlet for my more guarded thoughts. i don't think i care so much about whether or not people find this as much as i do about the fact that someone who does not know me well at all, or perhaps met me only once before, could potentially find this, read these bits and pieces of my life, and decide that the way i write is the way my life is, and probably judge me as a person from what they've read. on my very personal blog.

i'm curious, though; what would they see in me? what would i come across as, if they only knew me through some page they found on the web? lengths of entries of boring rants and insignificant details of (un) life-altering events that fill up a very pink page, over and over again. absolutely nothing worth reading, because what is it to them, anyway? who are these people that i mention? what are these emotions that spill out in a--"stream of consciousness," as ryan would call it, except maybe it's not quite the same idea; not the stream that he would write in. probably couldn't qualify. is there something you're not telling me? there's always something i'm not telling you.

why do i care, anyway? what's it to them, what's it to me? i don't even know them.
do i even care? it's difficult to tell anymore.