Every once in a while, silly though it is, you have to google your own name to see what comes up. I just did, and as always, the list of results gives me mixed emotions.
- I’m glad to see that I’ve got my Facebook profile locked down well enough that it doesn’t show up in the list.
- I’m irritated to see that one of those people-searching services lists my age, all four cities in which I’ve lived, and the names of both of my parents (though they made a mistake in my mother’s name). How the heck did they get all that info? And who the heck are they selling it to?
- And I’m sad to see that I’m otherwise totally invisible. It shouldn’t make me sad, especially since I deliberately made this blog anonymous, but I can’t help wishing I’d done something that mattered enough for more people to know my name. Is that terribly egotistical?