Read this post in the past? Well, now it’s a lie. I’ve been meaning to say something about it but I never found a right angle for a post about it until now. So yes, I have joined Facebook, a long time ago in fact, and I am hopelessly addicted to it. I play the silliest and most childish applications and I do it almost as obsessively as I blog, which by normal standards can be considered obsessive, since I can be online practically my whole waking hours. So, if any of bloggerdygook‘s readers are on Facebook, let me know and I will hunt you down through Friend Finder!!!
Right, the reason I want to talk about Facebook. See, I love the applications, really I do. I love to spank my friends through SuperPoke, and I love to send a Hatching Egg or two of a cute animal to friends who I am reminded of when I see those animals, and all those super cute yet super lame apps. The problem with some of these apps is that they require you to send kisses (or whatever virtual thing the app sends) to 10 other friends in order to get 3 new types of kisses. And since I’m so impatient to reach to the next level to get more types of kisses, I practise what I call Facebook ‘Love’.
If you use Facebook, you know how annoying it gets when your friend or friends send you invitations for the same app repeatedly? And you have to keep ignoring those invitations?
That’s Facebook ‘Love’. 😀 As in, I send repeated invitations to selected people in my friends list to make use of them to get to the next level of the app. (Notice I said people and not friends, because these are people I used to know but have lost touch since and they have found me through Facebook and added me. While I am too polite to say no, I am too arsed to care about them as people I would really consider friends, so they make up for it for being the recipients of Facebook ‘Love’!)
Okay, now, secret blogs. If you’ve been reading lately, you know my blog’s cover has been blown to two of my friends. While I would’ve love it if my blog is still a secret, I guess that’s not possible since I do reveal parts of my life easily recognised if you knew me in real life, and when you have a public blog it’ll only be a matter of time before your hide n seek game is up. I’m glad though that my two friends were honest with me, even if it took them a while before they said it. Even though this blog is public, it is still very personal to me, which is why I blog pseudonymously. I just want to connect and reach out to people outside of my real life, like strangers in a train pouring their deepest, darkest secrets out to each other sort of thing.
So when I found out that someone I know in real life is reading my blog secretly, not telling me that she knew of its existence, I felt indignant initially. I felt like I had the right to know, and that if she really thought of me as a friend she would’ve told me, like my two friends did (because they felt like they were reading my secret diary, did I say how personal this blog is?) It’s kinda like if you saw your best friend’s boyfriend cheating on her, would you tell her? That sort of thing. Incidentally, my answer to that question is yes, I would tell my best friend I saw her boyfriend with a girl acting rather conspicuously, because I would want my best friend to tell me if she saw my boyfriend doing something like that so I can whoop his arse when he comes home. (Err, after interrogating him, that is.)
Anyway, after thinking about this for a bit, I guess she doesn’t owe it to me to tell me that she knows. (I am actually secretly reading a classmate’s blog too, but the difference is that I don’t consider her my friend, so I don’t feel obliged.) And I guess I’m not that much of a friend to her since she doesn’t feel obliged to tell me, the way my two other friends did. And in a way, I can’t say much about it. I mean, this blog, as much as it is so freaking personal and so precious to me, is public domain, and I can’t stop people in my life from reading it if they wanted to. (But I’m not stopping anyone here, see, I just wish they’d be up front about reading my blog, is all.) So, just to make my point: if you are my friend (or think I think of you as my friend) and you’re reading this without my knowledge, I would really appreciate it if you tell me. I just want to know.
(If you plan to read it secretly still, well, remember you can’t keep that secret too, the way I’ve tried to keep this blog secret; I’ll find out eventually, and I wouldn’t tell you too.)
Now I wonder how many people in my life are secretly reading my blog.