My blog is mostly secret. I told Paul and my parents about it after a few months because I kept slipping and almost telling them, and plus I wanted to be able to tell them happy or funny blog-connected things. All three have promised not to go cruising around the blog on their own, and they read only the posts I send to them. Nobody else in my life knows about the blog, because I don't think I can trust anyone else to be so good. I think I have mentioned before that my mother was the kind of mother who could be trusted to walk past an open diary. I don't think that's common in the general population, do you?
This blog is anonymous, so I say things that I might not even say to my best friends. Or I say things that I might say to one best friend but not to the other. Or I say things that otherwise I might not have said except in my own head. This blog is technically public, but because it's anonymous, it feels private.
Well. Today. I left a comment on a friend's blog. While I was logged in as Swistle. I deleted the comment, but it still says "Swistle said..." with a link to the Swistle blog. Also, then I tried to re-leave my comment, and I accidentally used the Swistle name A SECOND TIME. I've emailed my friend, begging her to delete the link and then forget she ever saw it, but I haven't heard back from her yet. She has three children including a very young baby, and so who knows when she'll get back to her computer? I am DYING here. Her family is friends with my family. Her family is very dear to me. Her family can NOT read some of the things I've written.
I am so mortified. At any moment, one of those dear people could be thinking, "Huh. I wonder who this is, who wrote a comment and then changed their mind TWICE? I'll just click and see." And then they will be here. And THEN what?
It was bound to happen, I suppose. I'm so very, very careful, but even "very, very careful" isn't one hundred percent reliable. Exhibit A: fifth child. Exhibit B: leaving comment while logged in.
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