The worst thing about keeping a web journal is when people read it who know you in real life. Then, when you’re in a group of friends and you relate an anecdote that you’ve already posted about, you catch those people rolling their eyes and looking faintly bored.
What is with you? You already know I’m not interesting enough to entertain you both offline and on. Either hang out with me and do fun stuff, or surf to the site like an anonymous stranger and leave pithy comments. You’re no longer allowed to do both.
I will admit that, sometimes, I quote myself.
See, I think the worst part is when someone asks you about something, and you roll your eyes, as if, ‘Um, didn’t you read my 4 page entry about that? Must I explain myself AGAIN?’ Then you know you need help.
There are a lot of people back home who read my site daily but don’t know that I can tell that they do. I like to tell them the same news again, as a sort of interagation torture: Act like it’s new and shocking news, or admit the truth. Nobody ever admits the truth, so the torture continues.
I quote myself all the time. Or sometimes I try things out aloud to see if they’re going to work in my blog. Only the very patient still talk to me.
very few of my friends read my blog so i’m covered on that front. but i’ve also discovered that the stuff i post isn’t really the kind of stuff i talk about with them so it wouldn’t be a problem even if they did read the blog.
i had the most irritating blog-to-life experience yesterday when i asked a friend if she planned to vote on tuesday. she said, “no, and don’t give me that look, i already read on your blog how you think non-voters should DIE AND GO TO HELL.” looking back, i see that my words, heh, really were that harsh. but that she’d read them doesn’t spare her my in-person wrath.
Yeah, I’ve actually started prefacing stories with “oh, did you read on my site that...” if I know the listener reads my blog. It’s kind of obnoxious, but at least it acknowledges that I know I’d get an eyeroll if I acted like it was a new story.
what’s worse is when you just begin to assume that anyone who knows you reads your site and you begin consversations with the assumption they know what you are talking about.
yeah!
tell ‘em!
I will meet you later in somebody’s office…
sadly, i repeat my stories no matter what. i always preface things with “have i told you this yet?”
Wait until you’re in your sixties, and you repeat everything over and over again until everybody in your family wants to SCREAM! You want to know why old men get younger wives? It’s so there will be somebody new to tell the same old stories to.
I’ll talk, but you won’t listen to me.
i know i’m commenting on this like a hundred years late, but this is pretty much the reason that matt and i don’t hang out anymore. we have nothing to say.