You know on Sunday, how I told you about going to that dinner of many bloggers, and how one faithful reader told me she figured out where TinyTown was based on stuff I said in my blog?
Okay, really? You can't just SCROLL DOWN two posts from this one? You really expect a link? Puleeze, sister.
Anyway, the woman I met the other night was clearly completely sane and a lovely person, and I didn't think anything of it except, "Hey! Good sleuthing!"
But then yesterday while I was at work, a faithful reader who comments all the time and who I feel like I know told me that she, too, had figured out all sorts of stuff about me based on Twitter and people I was Facebook friends with, etc. She said she felt like she had to warn me about it.
I kind of don't want to go into detail, here, because I'd rather not give a tutorial on how to stalk June. But she said to me (well, she WROTE to me), "It was really easy. I know Marvin's real name, even his middle name. I know where you work. I mean, June, it was almost TMI."
Okay, so that freaked me out. Not that this particular person knows so much about me, but, you know, that ANYONE can figure out where I work and Marvin's middle name and that sort of thing. I mean, if you're trying to find us to break into our bank account? Oh, you poor thing. You will be so disappointed if you do that. Go pick on Dooce if you want a rewarding robbery.
Anyway, here is the thing. I am deleting my Twitter account, because somehow it tells you my real name even though I signed up as June Gardens, and here is the part that kind of kills me.
If we are Facebook friends? And we do not know each other in real life? I might have to unfriend you.
I feel like a JERK. But the method my faithful reader told me about involved looking at other people's Facebook friends and oh, I know. I sound like I'm getting too big for my britches. I sound like I'm gettin' above my raisin.
But really, everyone, it is just so I can, you know, live. It's not that I think anyone who is my friend on Facebook wishes to do me in. Really.
And also too, if I ever interview for a job, I really don't want potential employers to somehow find this blog and read "I Dated June."
I feel like a giant jerk. You guys know you're my friends even if we're not Facebook friends, right? Oh, this is dreadful.