I pause for a moment, playing six degrees of separation in my head and trying to think what possible route this URL might have taken to get to him.
Jas reads my mind.
"Yahoo," he tells me. "I was doing a search on my own name, and there it was."
So, I guess we're searchable.
Which is convenient, I suppose. I've been looking for casual ways to bring the journal up in conversation, and failing miserably.
- A few weeks ago, cranky from being awake for so long and hurting from substandard footwear (I'd lost my shoes, and had to function in a pair of slippers which offered no arch support of any kind), I passed a note to the person seated next to me during a meeting. It showed my less diplomatic side pretty clearly, and I kind of regret that. I mean, I stand by everything I said, but if I had been in a better place that day, I probably would have kept those thoughts to myself.
The note made it's way around the room, eliciting surprised glances and laughter. I'm usually very quiet, apparently. Anyway, the reason I bring this up now is that the comment came back "you're very funny on paper." Which would have been the perfect opportunity to scrawl down "http://self.livejournal.com" and expand my audience. But I didn't.
I'd like to think that was a moral judgment, that I sensed the act would be tainted by the events that led to it, but the fact is I was just too tired to think of it.
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