Twitter has all of the sleaziness of stalking with none of the messy work of having to actually leave my desk. But I found a dark underside to it: it makes stalking way too easy. Sometimes I get caught in my laziness:
Out in the real world, a girl comes up to me. āHey!ā
Me: āHi. Iām Terry Chay.ā Hello, very pretty asian girl I donāt recognize.
āI know that! š Itās me.ā
Me: āIām sorry, we met at a Lunch 2.0?ā Oh shit! I must know her. Good thing Iām a bananaāI can drop the āAll of us yellow people look alikeā joke if things get bad.
āItās me, Cā.ā
Me: āOh! Youāve got a new haircut. It looks nice on you, by the way.ā Shit, how could I forget youāI totally twitter stalk you! Hope this dodge works.
āI had the same haircut at CNET.ā
Me: āOh, I was so busy there, you know how it is.ā Please ignore the fact that I do nothing at Lunch 2.0 other than eat peopleās lunch and claim credit for their work.
āYeah, I do.ā
Whew! That was close.
Now somewhere in the conversation, she mentioned that she would have never thought me a physicst until I mentioned it in my blog. On one hand, Iām thinking Whoo hoo! nine readers! On the other hand, Iām now thinking After she reads the above, Iāll be back down to eight.
But the thing is, I could never really picture myself not majoring in physics. Every choice Iāve made, even the fād up one as majoring in physics, is part of who I am.
Cal wrote:
In other cases, blogs like my friend, Terry Chay, support the character that he is building up around himself. In both cases, with wildly different styles, the same results are achieved, a deeper understanding of the blogger.
But really, is this blog a character Iām building up, or is it my real self?
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