It always starts with a man.
This man in particular, is handsome, attracted to me, and recently found out my last name (internet dating in times of quarantine my friends). As a result he looked me up on the internet and found out an exorbitant amount of information about me. I’m mostly fine with this, as I don’t have much to hide, and honestly I was the one who told him he would find music of mine if he searched for me on the wide web.
He searched, he found, he fell for me just a little bit more. All is fine.
Until, of course, I get a notification that someone new has viewed one of my secret facebook pages. A secret page about having at one point broken my neck, that links to yet another page and a secret blog that goes into more details about my health history.
And so began the last 2 hours of me trying to track down and eliminate all traces of my past that I would prefer a handsome stranger to discover coming from my mouth, rather than read about online.
In those two hours I rediscovered this site…with its numerous followers reading about my life and the drama of a twenty-something year old.
Updates for you all, I’m just a bit more mature than I was in those days, quite a bit more well adjusted, and have been spending more time with people in person rather than talking about people… up until of course, the quarantine.
However, you can judge whether or not I’m really more mature and well-adjusted if I just spent the last two hours trying to erase all history of myself on the internet…
I don’t know.
Hope your quarantine is going well…I have another email account to discover and remember the password to, and one more secret site that is a bit too unsecret and more revealing of my life than I’d prefer, to take care of.
Until next time,