I know I copy others so that I can be a better person. I watch how people react in situations to find out what is the \”right\” way.
There is someone I know…who reads my blog. He deliberately takes my advice from my blog and relays it back to me. Awkwardly.
There was one time I wrote in my blog, \”It felt good to hear someone say I am on your side.\”
A day later, he came up to me and said those exact words. I didn\’t say anything about him alluding to my blog. Yet I felt that was misread and very out of place.
It\’s just that I don\’t like it when people read my blog for a way of \”reading my mind\”. It bothers me. I don\’t know why it\’s like that. I don\’t know why I don\’t like people discussing my opinions, my deliberate emotions that I write on my blog…with me. It feels awkward and that I shared a part of myself…almost like it was stolen and mishandled.
Sure there\’s the innocous stuff, the links I toss back and forth. Passing my potato, of course! But I almost feel slighted and robbed when people relay things to me. At the same time, I do enjoy talking about myself. But yet I do like talking about things indirectly. Awhile ago, I would ask if people read my blog before discussing anything. But nowadays, I like to assume that they didn\’t and repeat things.
It\’s funny how so many people are commenting. I look at the names of people who comment…and it\’s all from a variety places in my life. People I met online. People I met here in my masters program. People I met in Berkeley–in class, at work, and randomly. Everyone in one place, tied together in one unit. My blog connecting them all.