Disconcerting

You know, I know that I’ve thrown some fairly personal information up on this blog. I’m okay with it, because I’m okay with me. If someone has questions, I can learn where I’ve been less than clear in talking about my life. If someone snarks and judges without asking questions, then fuck ‘em…they’re not worth my time. If someone asks questions, listens to my answers, then snarks…no big deal. I can still respect their right to an opinion, whether I agree with them or not.

I know all of this. Really, I do.

Yet still, it’s just…well…weird to realize that quite a few complete strangers were directed to this post by someone I’ve never met, talked to, or heard of until today.

Such is blog life. Hell, who am I kidding? Such is *real* life; people just aren’t as blunt about it IRL as on the Web.

Ironically, because not a *single* one of the visitors left comments, I wouldn’t have ever realized that this gal had posted about me, except that today, while looking for another bookmark, I spotted my StatCounter link and realized I hadn’t looked at it in ages. Ha!