I Confessed

Tonight I told someone I know that I blog.

It's like revealing your secret identity in a way. For most of us, blogging has the capability of being anonymous, allowing us to be free about expressing our feelings, thoughts, desires, and general hub-bub. But that's the whole key: anonymity. Some people choose not to be, and that's okay, but it's a release to be able to freely talk about anything knowing it can't get back to haunt you at a later date.

I tried to be vague about things. I was relaying on how it's easy to do so if you keep things anonymous, and even then, if someone you do know finds your page at random, you'll have changed enough of the names, places, and details for any ties to come back to you.

So I got home and went right to my computer. I did a search, just to test and see if anything could come back to me. Just to be safe.

First I searched my e-mail. Nothing. I was relieved.

Then I searched my name. There were enough hits just with that, but no links to my blog or any posts. I felt even better.

Then I typed my First and Last name, followed by "blog."

One entry came up in front of a lot of random links. This link was a comment that I posted to someone almost two years ago.

I flipped down to the comment page, where my name, all bright in hyperlink stood out. I cringed. I clicked on the link, barely looking at the screen.

There it was. My blogger profile. Along with the link for this blog.

Shit. I'm screwed. If he, or anyone I know, gets that cleaver...

I'm not too worried, only because I don't gossip about anyone. It's the personal things I'm concerned with. There are a few mentions to people we work with, but hopefully I've been vague enough. And even if he told those people, (I'm counting on the hope that he'll keep quiet about things,) it's even more of a tiny chance any of it will get back to me.

I'm crossing my fingers.